Larksong Grotto American Eagle

when jhala arrived at the wilds she was pretty shit with emotions and relationships and pretty much anything that had to do with other wolves-- unless, of course, it involved fighting them. she kinda had a thing with anwyl and then kinda had a thing with skeet, and then she'd been shoved into a real, mature, adult thing with reek... like head first. she still didn't fully understand everything, but when his forelegs wrapped around her waist and he pushed himself against her she felt like she made all those relationship woes her bitch. she had everything under control, and she and reek were great. 

it took a handful of tries, jhala didn't think anything of it and just whined a few times because she thought he was making her wait-- and she didn't like being teased. but his fires finally took aim, and she let out a heavy breathe as they began the same dance they tried months ago. she had been informed (by nova, most likely) that the kid thing would only happen when she was in heat, and considering how she felt that day versus today, she was pretty sure she was okay. then again, even despite all the mishaps they'd had, jhala was positive that if they had more kids, she wouldn't even care.

damn right there was no god, despite what reek thought outside of the bedroom-- but it was true. in that moment she felt like they were one, rocking together out in the open territory.