we go north

Scimitar indulged her desires, and the two wolves christened their discovery in a flurry of hot breath and lusty groans. Bazi's body was not yet in a state for their efforts to have the effect they desired, but the mere practising of the act brought that day ever closer. When they parted and fell panting to the floor, Bazi's mind was a dizzy cloud of sparks.

Scimitar curled protectively about his ivory queen despite the fact that she was the one born and bred to withstand the cold. Together, they recovered, exhaling plumes of white that swelled and faded. Bazi felt his hot breath in her ruff and giggled her delight, struggling to focus her tired eyes on the jagged outline of what would become their new home. The pines grew thick and tall here, she saw. The sharp, refreshing scent of it was strong in the air.

"It's perfect," she whispered, pulling a deep gulp of gloriously cold air into her lungs. "This - that" She indicated at the landscape before them with a tip of her dainty head, and craned her neck to look back at the wolf she would share it all with. "This is our forever place, isn't it?"