The Dawn of New

There was a time when the female would not have been so bothered by her impressions upon others. So used to the solitude and quiet of her own sanctuary within the mountains, that the thoughts of others of her were hardly a thing worth entertaining. As long as they did not harm her physically, she did not mind it. But a change had occurred since meeting the dark male- his impression, his thoughts of her… she never wanted them to be unflattering. Ever. She only wanted his smile (or what he could make of one within the smolder of his eye), and only his good word to ensure that purpose and fulfillment would be hers under his guide. She did not understand why his presence brought to her this unbridled joy, but she imagined… if not feared that he would grow tired of her exuberance if not damn her for it eventually. She was an adult, not a pup. But when he spoke, whenever doubt would cross her mind, however callous his words, they were crafted to ease her and speak truly that no part of her actions displeased him. As if her worry was for naught, time and time again. And she listened, lifting her heavy gaze from the ground to address his weathered maw as he spoke. At last he had freed her but still she remained against the earth simply looking at the male above her intensely. Her gaze unwavering as it was only he that existed when sound came from his lips. “I…” she sound came forth without her meaning to. Eager to speak, for him to understand, all thought had been lost in eager pursuit. “I do not want to displease you. That is all.” She explained as best as she was able, given the articulate manner of her word-smithing seemingly vanished when freed. Gradually she pushed herself to stand at his beckon, and was unable to ignore the slight flutter that came to her chest at the mention of his den. It was a joint living situation, nothing more, she was assured. But she could not fully ignore that thrill that came with the prospect of sharing. She had never done so with anyone. Let alone a male. Den-sharing of the like was for equal sexes and mates. Companions in arms, well… it was a whole different chapter all together to be written. “If you’d like,” her smile was meek though poorly hidden even as she slipped to his blindside to follow. She only hoped it would ebb long before he took notice. [Follows Raheerah to the den then Fin]