Hideaway Strath Whatever You’re Thinking About

Whrist was angry or upset, or something she was confused until to pull herself together she had woken up under a tree but the was not unusual she didn’t really have a den preferring to sleep where ever she got tired, even though a time or to she had woken up with burrs or other things clinging to her.

That morning the young dark femme had spent far to much time grooming herself, she had found it soothing until she realized she didn’t really like grooming herself overmuch and that was weird. So the wraith had padded along the pack borders, she had long since made it she self appointed job to keep the boarders marked and patrolled as often as possible. Every time she peed, she wrinkled her nose it smelled foul to her and she finally gave up and drifted into the heart of the pack land.

Her mood becoming more foul, She stocked after a rabbit and chased it, somehow the tight turns she used to make was harder for her and the skidded out and fell…. She had fallen down and her prey hopped away to live another day, it should have laughed at her too. She snarled in disgust and glared at the ground litter as if it was the dirts fault she fell and not the widening of her body.

Her ears turned toward the sound of his voice, no matter how angry she was, that rich timbre slid though her like a hot knife through butter, settling in her bones like bees home in a hive. She walked a slow circle as if fearing falling again and took him into with a quirk of smile on her maw, She allowed her gaze to move over his form taking him her own chest having filled out her body more stocky and strong then that young wolf he had first met.

“I have….” She paused briefly before continuing  “Been avoiding everyone” surprised by how easily the truth fell from her lips. She was ever present but also ever ignored except by Charles, she liked Charles little did she know he might never feel the same way about her. Charles was everything Kynareth Deagon of the Abbey was not. Just as Kynareth blessedly was everything Charles was not.

She blinked away thought’s of Charles why was she even comparing the two of them? She opened her mouth to speak then closed it again. She didn’t know what else to say, She wasn’t any good with words away. She moved up to him and slid her body down his side, then shifted she she could bury her muzzle in his neck and just breathe. For the first time all day she felt like she could think and she drank him in. She spoke in more then words, actions were far louder, she didn’t want to loose what was between them, had no idea that was even a possibility.