Hideaway Strath Girl I’m in love, I hope you feel in love too

Tagging @Derg

Kynareth hasn’t had a fun little one on one with his handsome Overseer in quite some time. So he believes today is the day and now is the time. 

He lingers beside the rushing river that flows gracefully, yet dangerously through their new territory. He’s quite liking the place now with its abundance of trees and the soft grass. It’s so, so different from the Canyon. Even though he misses it horribly, he is coming to terms with this new place. 

So he absentmindedly wanders into the river, the water trailing to tickle the cream fur of his chest. He tilts his heavy head skyward and howls for his Overseer. Hopefully he responds, Kynareth is dying for a spar with the guy.

Oh.
Kynareth disrupted Derg's playtime. He was rolling leisurely in the grass -- something he hasn't done for such a long time. Here, Derg felt alive.
Free.
He hoped they didn't have to leave again.

He rolled onto his belly and checked the police Dove had pressed into his wound which was healing remarkably. It had pained him on the journey, but here with enough rest and Dove's excelling treatments, he would be dandy in no time.
He just wished Arlette had still come.

He rose and loped to the Grandmaster with a chuff, barely slowing as he splashed into the shallows, dropping his head to snap up some water. Tail wagging high. He hoped it was good news today.

The brindled make isn’t even paying attention so when Derg comes splashing into the water like a brainless Neanderthal Kyn expectantly jumps. Yet he is not annoyed he’s quite the opposite. Especially when Derg’s beautiful tail swishes playfully. Kynareth’s can’t help the smile from spreading on his maw and he instantly jumps at the man.

Splashing water everywhere, he’s lazily attacking him. Throwing large paws out in front of him that connect with the agouti male’s rib cage and shoulder he playfully bites at his scruff. It’s game time baby!

Kynareth decided to join in the romp.
Throwing out his paws to hit him in the shoulder. Rising up to snag him in the ruff and probably push him into the water.
Nah, not today.

As the man connected with his scruff, Derg swung his head to catch one of those shovels Kynareth had adopted for feet and, if he were successful, he'd give it a vigorous shake.
This spar was a lot different from their last.
Last time was all doom and seriousness. Testing each other to see if they were fit to survive the war.
This time, it was for the hell of it.

Water flew around them, cooling his aching shoulder and dappling across his agouti pelt, clumping it up.
Kynareth better be ready for the downtime after this. Fuck the fact his bitch had come back. Sasha could fight Derg if she so damn wanted. Though, from the sounds of it, she was in no fit state to do so.

His overseer easily counter his lazy attempt at a tackle. His teeth gently snagging his large, meaty paw and giving it a firm shake. It has his eyes narrowing on the other rim concentration. Not really taking their playful romping as serious he would a spar or actual battle. It’s a good time to just let go and act like he’s a one year old again. 

I’m doing just that he slips his paw out of the others maw and jumps high in the air landing a few meters away from Derg and splashing him violently with a wave of water. Then he slipping past and snagging a bite out of his ass. A quick pinch from his front teeth. It’s not much but it’s something. The move leaves his own back half open for an easy attack from the other.

All too soon, he prized chew toy was wrenched away from his grasp.
Derg was about to follow after when Kynareth threw most of the river at Derg.
The Overseer laughed, tail still wagging.
Until it was chomped in to.
Guess he couldn't resist his luscious behind anymore.

Derg threw himself about to head bump -- no not quite a head butt, this was too gentle -- the man's brindle coated gut. A sensitive place, so Derg didn't want to beat the shit out of him or make him throw up again. Teeth barely unsheathed toyed with the emerging winter coat, pulling a few tufts of his shedding summer coat out.

Donovan knew that his time had come, but thankfully Derg gave him mercy and offered a soft but of his head to Donovan’s stomach. The brindle man can’t help the light squeak of surprise when his teeth connect with his side. That shit tickled and that squeak was most definitely indignant. His ears airplane down in embarrassment for a moment and he lets loose a loud bout of laughter directed at himself. 

“That fucking tickled!” He growls jokingly, and rounds on the other with wide open jaws. They briefly connect with Derg’s neck and he’s attempting to bounce away and out of the water. Finding shelter on the bank of the river. Water drops off of him and his pelt is stuck to his body, attractively show casing his masculine outline.

In a flash, Derg's teeth disconnected.
Kynareth let out the most adorable squeak he probably wouldn't get out of even Arlette (who was the softest wolf Derg currently knew).
His ears flew back faster than a worried doe, making Derg snicker of course. It was hilarious! Then to make it even better Kynareth himself started laughing.
He erupted with laughter, tail waving high and mighty. Yeah, the Saints would be ok.
Sanity increased back to over 80% as a result of the move.

It tickled? Aw, even more adorable.
"I could make it tickle more," he grumbled back, advancing on his counterpart with a smirk.
He parried his advance with a dash of teeth to the neck before bounding from the water in even, flowing strides. Derg followed, intent on catching that ass now.
The agouti male launched up the bank to land a bite to Kynareth's own neck. ​

The pair probably look like a bunch of sappy lovers frolicking about, splashing water on each other like in those stereotypical hallmark, boy-meets-girl movies. Except it’s boy-meets-boy and their fucking wolves so it’s just a pinch different. Either way for any onlookers it probably is entertaining in the least. 

So Donovan believes he can get away from the agouti male, but of course, he thinks wrong. Even as he runs up the bank, Derg is hot on his heels and soon enough he’s catching up faster than he expects. Though Derg’s verbal tease has Kynareth laughing a bit more than he thought it would, he is distracted nonetheless. Being distracted and the bite to his neck cause him to trip on a rather large and pointy rock and he’s skidding into the dirt. His front half going down first his chin hits the grounds and the rest of his body follows. 

A short, but very to the point “Fuck.” follows suit and he is tumbling across the grass.

How embarrassing. He hasn’t fucked up that hard in front of someone in a long time, but like many times Derg is his first. So upon meeting the ground with his body he huffs out a laugh that says Well, what can you do? I’m a clumsy bitch. As his golden orbs tease a comical look at his Overseer.

His bite hits, and it seems it spooked Kynareth.
He managed to bowl himself over a rock in his startled escape.
His eyes widened in fear he might be hurt, but those thoughts were chased away soon enough when the man let out a breathless laugh and 'fuck'.

Derg smirked, tilting his head and taunting over to the downed male.
Coming around to stand above his head, looking down at him.
"You good there, friend?"
His eyes danced with joy, tail still waving softly.
A brush of wind rustled the sheltering trees above, making the dappled light dance about them like fireflies. Casting off the Grandmaster's eyes and soft, white belly.
His lips twitched upwards into a smirk.

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His stumble in the grass really isn’t too bad. It would be the result of a scrape on his chin and a sore foot, both of which are very tame injuries compared to what usually happens to him. So as he hears the other voice ring through his ears he looks up to him a smirk growing on his own face when he sees Derg’s own. 

He lies there on his back, cream belly on display and Kynareth can’t help but allow his mind to become a bit tainted with more primal ideas. So his circular brows furrow mischievously and he lets out a low hum. “Oh, you kiss it better for me if you’d like.” He suggests, instantly he reaching up with large paws, an obvious sign that he is trying to grapple at his Overseer to bring him closer. The limbs connecting with the soft fur of Derg’s neck as he’s pulling him closer. If allowed, he will sensually lap a tongue over the agouti male’s muzzle, an obvious list swirling through his bright star-like gaze. Will Derg indulge him? Honestly if he doesn’t, he’d probably whine and beg for him to at this point.

Derg couldn't help but reciprocate the smirk.
How could he prevent it?
And before he knew it, legs were reaching up around his neck, pulling him in.
He licked Kynareth's sore little chin from here he scuffed it on the ground.
Then...he realised what he was doing.
Where was his passion? He didn't feel anything doing this.

He didn't falter though, he didn't want to be bombarded with questions. He didn't have the answers -- not yet at least.
He knew he didn't love the man. But surely it was something he should enjoy?
Soon enough, Derg pulled back. Ever knowing smile on his face. He knew what the man wanted next, but they had business with the pack.
He took a step from the mans grasp.

"So, what of Moonspear?"
He'd heard of the pack and the meeting, but perhaps they would go to see them.

Kynareth is clueless to the plight going on inside Derg’s mind. Rather he takes the moment for what it is, a sweet little happening on a nice evening. It’s always just been like that hasn’t it? No, Kyn has become attached to the agouti male. So much so that he wanted to snap at the pale, scarred woman that had been following him around in the canyon. Donovan wants to own but does not want to be owned himself. It’s a horrible, endless loop that he’s sure he will forever be stuck in. 

So as Derg pulls away, Kyn can tell he has something on his mind and takes the hint to keep it appropriate for a moment longer. Derg’s inquiry comes swift after he steps back and so does Donovan’s reply.

“They wandered into the territory a few days back. Don’t seem too horrible. I say we go meet this Hydra ourselves. It’s about time anyway.” Comes his easy reply, getting up slightly to lean on his elbow. “This is a good territory. Safe, secure walls, large, no immediate neighbors. Well, besides the pack just east of us, but they don’t seem too bad yet.”

Derg nodded in agreement.
They should go to visit potential allies.
It was important. Though after last time they visited allies....well. You all saw how that turned out.
Maybe Derg should go alone.

"If we go, you better promise not to get us attacked again," he smirked, teasing. He knew last time wasn't entirely his fault, but it certainly didn't help.
"I'm glad this territory lives up to expectations though."
Because if it hadn't...well he probably would have run straight back to the canyon for Arlette.
He'd told her where they were going...and hoped she changed her mind and followed after them.

Donovan is almost insulted when Derg offers the light but moderately serious jest. “I promise I’ll be good.” He hums in a sultry tone. A wink quickly following. “Plus, I haven’t seen Valour in a bit, but he said he went to speak with her. They have a good relationship he says.” The grandmaster says informatively this time.

But at the comment of the Hideaway Strath has him gazing around, taking in the surrounding area. “It’s nice. We have just about everything we need. I think we should stay here permanently if everything works out.” Then a pause and a smirk. “But of course we’ll have to see.”

Derg grinned back.
Good. Kynareth better tread carefully.
It helped -- or so the Overseer hoped -- that Valour had relations already.
Perhaps saved them from too much prodding.
But, of course, Derg didn't know Hydra.

"I'm glad to hear," he mused out loud.
He cast his gaze around, then looked down at that big, dopey, cute face.
"I'm sure it will fit us very well here. We should scout the mountain range bordering our rear soon. Perhaps before we leave for this Moonspear should we need to evacuate."

He doubted it, but with the condition of the pack, he doubted they'd last too long against an assault from any prickly neighbours.

Kynareth is eagerly agreeing with a nod at his words. Though at the possibility of the need to evacuate, as Derg so politely says it. He hums darkly. “Yeah we should.” He stands this time shifting his body to look past the fields of quickly dying grass and the rushing river that meet his eyes. They eventually land on the mountain range that borders their territory. 

“I’m sure there’s some interesting things in those mountains. Hopefully we’d be able to find an advantage like we had in the Canyon.” Looking over to Derg he shifts his head to gesture to the swamps to the west of the territory. “We live next to a swamp. That could be an advantage if we familiarize ourselves with it.” His face is more serious now, especially when it comes to a tactical advantage with war.

Derg yawns.
Gods, has romping around for five minutes really been so tiring?
Surely not.

Her let the man look around, plotting. Planning.
"Perhaps there will be a route to pass through it...or easily over it," he grinned. If only life were that easy.
His eyes then trailed over to where Kynareth suggested, turning his body to see if he could get a look through the trees. Which was unsuccessful of course.
"We better get to work then," he looked back to the Grandmaster with a grin, then they departed in tandem towards the mountain range for a scout of the area like he'd promised Nyra.