Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

Njal had good reason to be insatiable. Nature had crafted him that way. Soon, the window of time which kept Tuwawi fertile would pass, and the indomitable scent of lust would fade; replaced by the milkish aroma of pregnancy, should she conceive. Yet, that thought avoided Tuwawi's mind, even the morning after. The she-wolf was still too obsessed by the desire for her husband, basking in his warm glow as he stood above her, wanting more.

She purred, pleased when he descended back down to her level. One of his limbs draped across her body, face resting amongst a tangle of hair. Tuwawi was completely awake now, chest buzzing to be closer, but she feigned drowsiness for a little amusement. Good morning, Njal's rocky voice rumbled an early greeting in an amorous tone. A rugged paw brushed against Tuwawi's belly, and suddenly she realized the implications of their union. They had wanted children, but in the moment, the norther's wife had forgotten all about bearing life and only thought of lust, passion, and sex. Her expression softened, reminded of this as her chin tipped towards the thick ruff of her neck, a content thought creating a serene expression on her face.

Half-lidded eyes regarded him with a deep love like never before. "And a good morning to you," she said while dotting his jaw line with small kisses and nips, completely enamored by him. "Your hair is a mess... but, you are not tired I see," she teased, voice laced with sultry undertones. Her face pressed into him, the warm sweat of their union still mixed with his musky alpine scent. "Can it be fixed?" all memories of Njal's injured and crippled body were forgotten in that moment, and the image of a powerful man replaced it. He was an honest, able wolf... one who had transformed since they had first met, mostly for the better. Her own self was softening over time. No longer was she the prickly urchin known at Proudheart, but a soon-to-be denmother. Though, the firey personality had not changed much. A small sound cooed from her throat as she shuffled closer to him, half wanting to cuddle and half wanting more.