So distracted was the wren by her discomfort, she didn't realize she had been found until her husband broke the silence. Her heart gave an initial jolt of fear -- green gaze flying to meet willowbark -- but settled as soon as she caught sight of his pale build. She went to him eagerly, not entirely understanding why she wanted to be so close to the wintry he-wolf so badly but desperately desiring his comfort and touch. As she curled against Adrastus' broad chest, Aiwë thanked the spirits again. Even if the turn of events that led her to Moonglow had been harrowing, she would have gladly done it over a dozen times again if it meant meeting Sialuk on the Glacier and joining Moonglow.
She had grown to love the spiritbear in the brief time they had been married. It might have seemed fast or odd to outsiders but she had known him since before the village was even established as a pack, when their borders were just warning flags to other rogue wolves. They had been close friends for almost as long, living together had only allowed her to see the depths of the tundrian's being. He was not so affectionate as her birth tribe so she had pulled back some -- touching him only occasionally and innocently, going no further than to kiss him sweetly at times or brush her temple against some part of his stocky build. But she had no doubt that he felt similarly for her, even if he did not love her yet.
He was a snowfall shadow that came and went -- a reassuring presence that was never far, even if she couldn't see him. Truly, it didn't feel as if the Gamma were ever gone. Adrastus' scent clung to her, to their ulaq, to her garden, to the trails she followed everyday. He was always there, even if he was not present. Sivullik was a seldom-spoken man but his soft chatter and chuckles would still the dove in any task, ears rising as if she didn't wish to miss a word. Whenever the icebear did speak, it was always something worth listening to. It was the smallest things he did: helping her with chores, surprising her with things he had found while hunting or patrolling, taking it upon himself to assist in preparing their den for the litter they hoped to have. Even just joining her when she needed to trek into the depths of the pines and sit in silence, recharging her introvert's battery and mutely watching the birds.
Lótë didn't know when she lost her heart to him, only that it was fast and sudden.
She had thought they might consummate their marriage the night they moved in together, as many couples did in her natal tribe. But now she was glad they had waited, for the chance to fall for him first, or would be if she realized what was happening -- Adrastus was right in assuming that she hadn't realized her fever had struck. Her dam had perished before she had ever gotten any sort of 'talk' and Kukutux was the only woman who had ever bothered to speak with her about any such subjects though they hadn't gone into any depth.
The herd-watcher was just grateful for his touch, for how it soothed the whirlwind under her skin. Still the press of him against her spurred other thoughts, her fawn cheeks flaming beneath their fur as her evergreen optics slide aside and down. She attempted to smother the hormonal line of thought, keeping quiet for she didn't want to do anything to make the Baptiste feel pressured. She was happy to wait until he was ready.
For now, the cloudberry tried to focus on the bigger issue at hand. "Adrastus," she whispered in return, her tongue feeling somehow thick in her mouth though her head was clear and unintoxicated. "Something is wrong."
She had grown to love the spiritbear in the brief time they had been married. It might have seemed fast or odd to outsiders but she had known him since before the village was even established as a pack, when their borders were just warning flags to other rogue wolves. They had been close friends for almost as long, living together had only allowed her to see the depths of the tundrian's being. He was not so affectionate as her birth tribe so she had pulled back some -- touching him only occasionally and innocently, going no further than to kiss him sweetly at times or brush her temple against some part of his stocky build. But she had no doubt that he felt similarly for her, even if he did not love her yet.
He was a snowfall shadow that came and went -- a reassuring presence that was never far, even if she couldn't see him. Truly, it didn't feel as if the Gamma were ever gone. Adrastus' scent clung to her, to their ulaq, to her garden, to the trails she followed everyday. He was always there, even if he was not present. Sivullik was a seldom-spoken man but his soft chatter and chuckles would still the dove in any task, ears rising as if she didn't wish to miss a word. Whenever the icebear did speak, it was always something worth listening to. It was the smallest things he did: helping her with chores, surprising her with things he had found while hunting or patrolling, taking it upon himself to assist in preparing their den for the litter they hoped to have. Even just joining her when she needed to trek into the depths of the pines and sit in silence, recharging her introvert's battery and mutely watching the birds.
Lótë didn't know when she lost her heart to him, only that it was fast and sudden.
She had thought they might consummate their marriage the night they moved in together, as many couples did in her natal tribe. But now she was glad they had waited, for the chance to fall for him first, or would be if she realized what was happening -- Adrastus was right in assuming that she hadn't realized her fever had struck. Her dam had perished before she had ever gotten any sort of 'talk' and Kukutux was the only woman who had ever bothered to speak with her about any such subjects though they hadn't gone into any depth.
The herd-watcher was just grateful for his touch, for how it soothed the whirlwind under her skin. Still the press of him against her spurred other thoughts, her fawn cheeks flaming beneath their fur as her evergreen optics slide aside and down. She attempted to smother the hormonal line of thought, keeping quiet for she didn't want to do anything to make the Baptiste feel pressured. She was happy to wait until he was ready.
For now, the cloudberry tried to focus on the bigger issue at hand. "Adrastus," she whispered in return, her tongue feeling somehow thick in her mouth though her head was clear and unintoxicated. "Something is wrong."
---
He hushed her, gently, his muzzle gliding along her cheek and down to where her pulse raced against the slight hollow at the base of her throat. A curious noise escaped her, a heavy swallow following as the ivory hunter's teeth teased along the curve there. Soft words flowed from his maw, some lost in the press of lips and small space between them.
But it was the coaxing, reverent affection and the press of him against her, folding over her, that was most reassuring. It was comforting rather than ensnaring, promising that -- as he had murmured against her -- that nothing was wrong.
The memories sprang forward as the spiritbear encircled her but she forced them back, focusing on the present as she twisted in his embrace to plant a few kisses along the underside of his neck and jaw where she could reach. She would not allow them to ruin the beauty of this; becoming wife and mother.
When at last the girl of autumn woods and morning mists melded with the he-wolf of winter, there was no disquiet. Only the ebb and tide of give and take between the pair like the steady crash of waves against the shores, a physical culmination of the fondness growing betwixt them.
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[m] xxxxvi. from the perfect start - by Lótë - June 21, 2021, 08:07 PM
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