Wheeling Gull Isle keep a weather eye on the horizon

damn mae is bold when she wants something

For the moment Maera's worries about the meeting and Komodo were soothed by Axolotl's quick response. Though she is not sure how the other man would take to the offer and forgetting (stupidly!) that after Ixchel's intervention (which she would also forget to mention) another wolf had voiced an interest in leading, Maera let the subject die.
For there were far more urgent things rattling her mind at the moment.

Most of them in the shape of questions.
what does these feelings mean?
what am i even feeling?
why can't i stop looking into your eyes - am i staring?
why do i wanna i jump on you?
can i?

He seemed to relish in her touch and she, not wanting to pull away yet, kept her nose pressed against him until he spoke. Then, feeling the fur on her back stand on end as a shiver ran down her spine, the flame recoiled once again, half of her dreading to end the contact between his cheek and her nose but the other half wanting, needing, to look at him in the eyes.

 What was there to do?
As Maera saw it, there were only two options now.
They could ignore the feelings (which was CRAZY) or they could ignore whatever it was that was keeping them from being consumed by said feelings. Breathing seemed suddenly hard and Maera, not knowing what to answer or what to do, blinked at him silently.
Then, unknowingly but desicively making her choice between the two options, she reached for him, her nose meeting his before she dove into the fur of his neck and melted into an embrace.