Hideaway Strath [m] We've been rollin' deeper than they'll ever know

@Kynareth Deagon
forward dated 4 days to 2/3

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They had followed the river south from the lake, and as the forest changed into something more familiar, she could tell they were close to home. An excitement had began to simmer in her stomach. But the feeling was more intense than she had ever felt before. She noticed other feelings were more intense, too, as they made their way through the trees of the sweep. It was as though someone had turned up the volume on everything she had already been feeling. She found herself crowding Kynareth's space more than she normally did. She would suddenly become overwhelmed with her love for him and be completely unable to stop herself from offering him a quick nuzzle to his shoulder, occasionally following it with a playful nip. She put it off as just being happy to be home—it was strange how she considered Ky's home her home now, but she was too distracted by other things—mostly the hulking mass of handsome at her side—to really be able to give it much thought; she just wanted to be home and to steal Ky away to their den and demand all of his attention.

She didn't notice yet the shift in her scent, but others would by the time they reached the borders. As they moved through the opening to the strath, she was overcome with the need to for her mate's attention. She slowed to a stop and offered him a playful glance as she dropped to the ground and rolled over on her back. She rubbed herself on the ground a few times before jumping back up. Assuming he had stopped to figure out what the hell she was doing, she trotted forward and rubbed her entire body against his chest, passing under his nose and ending the affection with a brush of her tail against his muzzle. She gave him an inviting look over her shoulder before taking off in a run towards the den. She ran full sprint, releasing small strings of laughter as she moved. And once they were close enough to the den, she had every intention of letting him catch her. She would gladly fall under his weight wherever he caught her and offer him playful nips to his chin from wherever he ultimately pinned her; she wanted to play, and she knew he would oblige.