Shadewood Knackin’ for a Cracker, Smacking like a Snacker

@Koro Toro

It had been a hard season. Winter was closing in, and real estate apparently was growing more favorable around where he had chosen his home for his Family. The same Family who seemed to be disappearing with every moon that passed them by. Was he not trying hard enough? Did he have to resort to kidnapping others? 

Of course not. Gwen wouldn’t support such rogueish behavior - and her succulent face, to watch it expand unnaturally into horror if he had admitted he kidnapped other wolves to enforce their pack. He was not of Stavanger, anymore. Those weren’t his customs. Cry values respect and honesty. And secrecy. 
He couldn’t slip back into that mentality, again.

Continuing his trek around the chipper woods, he tried his hardest to ignore the sour musk of others here that he had crossed before. One day, this place would be theirs. He and Gwen would be at peace, enjoying the family that they both had been so far from. And maybe, ... maybe they could make their own legacy, one day.

Immediately he stopped as a grim thought slammed into his dark chest. He couldn’t touch his queen like that - he didn’t even know what she wanted. He knew she loved him, and that he loved her. He knew that he would readily die for her... 

but as he looked over over the border of the woods and the Isle, he wondered whether she would be willing to do anything for him. 

Asking a question like that...to physically ask someone if they’d be willing to agonizingly carry your children...to go through the torture of birthing them-

flashes of Illecebra’s face, the warning growls she had thrown at her own mate Mawk...what had this done to the woman, mentally? What caused such a flare? Would Gwen be that pained where she too would lash out at him? Of course he’d take anything she threw at him, shouldering her pain until she felt better, but how much could she handle? What if she didn’t want kids? 

The Phantom was completely perplexed by this paradox of pregnancy as he drifted soundlessly down the banks of Shadewood’s borders. There was much he had to keep to himself, to stay silent upon even against the keeper of his Heart.