Well Deserved Rest, or Maybe Not

FitzDutiful sighed as Raissa spoke and wandered away. He wasn't doing a very good job. He picked himself up and followed her to sit next to her again. It wasn't space from her he wanted and he didn't want to risk her thinking that.

"I'm sorry." he told her. "I promise it will get easier, but the beginning is always hard. We need wolves to get established - even if they're wolves we don't like. We have to try. Things are quite unstable at the moment. Until the moment we announce our intentions to the world and ground our roots solidly, it's going to be a turbulent ride." He paused. "It's made easier with you here to come home too."

FitzDutiful was discovering new things about himself. As he approached his second birthday he was finding that his yearling instincts were rapidly decreasing. He wanted to settle, to find a home. He realised he should share this thought too. "Once we're settled we could start thinking about puppies..." he trailed off and bumped his entire body along hers. Even though he would not mate with her in that way until children were an intended, or at least a welcome, outcome, he wanted her to know that he did want her that way. It just wasn't his way to do that, especially not while they were insecure in their home.