Hideaway Strath Whatever You’re Thinking About

Setting: Evening — 18:45
Weather: Sunset, very slight breeze, clear skies
Tagging: @Whrist

Kyn remembers looking out of the den while Simmik, his wife, is birthing his children and seeing the black wraith lingering outside the den just like the rest of them. His eyes had flicked to her dark pelaged form and noticed that she’d gotten slightly bigger than before. For a second he panicked. Then his mind went to what he had selfishly done while the midnight wolf was in the deep of her heat. 

Fuck. Is all he had thought. He had to investigate further. At that point he had turned back to Simmik and assisted her in every way he could. 

Now though, a few days after all that, he needs to see Whrist. So he dutifully follows her scent, not wanting to send a howl through the entire territory with her name on it. It only takes him about an hour to fully catch onto her beautiful scent. He trails her and finally has her in his sights where the scent is strongest. 

Sidling closer to her, a natural, genuine smile comes to his face. Despite the anxiety, he still loves seeing her. He still loves being on top of her, he still so insanely attracted to her. So he calls out to her in a purr.

“Whrist, sweetheart.” Comes his smooth voice. “How are you? Haven't been avoiding me have you?” The question is only a jest, but truly he wants to make sure she really hasn’t been. He values her company after all and wouldn’t want to end whatever is between them.

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.

Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t get to this earlier. Please forgive me :’<

He watches her do a small circle before turning to meet him — careful with her steps for some reason. A smile comes to her face when she sees him and he mirrors his own back at her. 

Her words speak volumes though. I’ve been avoiding everyone. His ears shift in curiosity, his gaze displays worry. Why? She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. 

He slinks further towards her just as she does the same to him. Usually she’s always been good with words — or at least to him. Her velvety voice makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand when she whispers to him on the nights that the pleasures of the flesh take them. He likes her voice. He’d almost have to say he loves it. 

Yet, despite the familiarity between them, he feels as if something is amiss. Whrist seems troubled. Even in the almost desperate, attention seeking way she slips her midnight form along him and settles at his neck he can tell. He huffs a small breath into his fur and he plants his haunches, signaling that he won’t be going anywhere.

The brindled brute softly lifts a paw to rest gently over her back to pull her closer. Dipping his chin to lap a purple tongue to the crown of her head he hums out his inquiry softly. 

“What’s wrong, dear?” Even though he might know. Her scent has changed. He knows what that means.

holy crap voice to text leaves a lot to be desired *Stares at that last post like it's a misbegotten child* glad you made some sort of sense out of that hot mess

Oh and mild reference to sex in this post





Her eyes closed, her ears relaxed and her whole body softened as he slipped a paw over her, the sound of their pelts sliding over one another was delicious to her. She drew herself closer, giving herself to him freely, she was his to have and hold in anyway he desired. A soft moan elicits from her in pure pleasure as his warm tongue caresses her.


Several long minutes would pass before she’d even heard the words that came from him “What’s wrong, dear?” She loved the pet names he called her, and wondered, albeit, briefly what the next one would be, she found herself picking up a habit from him and hummed softly for a moment as she thought to herself ‘wrong?’ Was there something wrong? Nothing she could firmly place a paw on…

She was trying to forget the day up to this point, ignore the signs her body gave her, she didn’t want to be different she wanted to be normal. She honestly had no clue why these changes were happening, but if she ignored them long enough they might just go away 

So she spoke the truth as she saw it “Nothing..” after a beat she continued “Everything?” She lifted her head and little, opened her eyes and looked toward the sky as if for strength “I don’t know…” She dropped her head back against him and drew a deep breath, Damn he smelled so good. Her pink tongue slid out and tasting the line of his jaw, Thoughts of the last time they were together flirted through her mind, Holding the nape of his neck as she had mounted him, He had been willing and she had been wanton. Unable to get enough of him, that night that had left her tender and yet had soothed the monster within her.

Maybe he could help get rid of ‘this’ what ever this new monster was. She dashed that idea she was not up for that kind of activity right now. At least not in this moment, somehow it was easy for him to draw that wanton monster to the surface.  “I’m hungry” she declared, maybe she’d get a decent meal; if she had a hunting partner it was clear catching something on her own was going to be … something of a bother. She made no move to pull away from him though enjoying the contact.

LMAO it seemed good enough for me! XD

He revels in the feather light moan that slips from her dark muzzle. He loves the sound of her voice when it strikes his ears in their throes of pleasure. He likes the way he seems to be her whole world. He loves her savagery and he thinks that if Simmik had never loved him back after their fallout, the midnight woman could’ve been next on his list. He would get her affection where he can, never able to deny it and always searching for it. 

Then after a long time of her nuzzling against him, she speaks. Words of complicated meaning. He tries not to smile — women are so complicated — but he leaves it at that. If she wanted to talk, she would and he knows not to pry women in that regard. Or most women at least.

I’m hungry. She states then and his ears perk softly. Yes a hunt to take her mind off everything. That should help. He dips his chin closer to his chest and laps at the crown of her skull.

“Then we’ll get good for you, sweetheart.” He purrs. His instincts to take care of women have always been strong and the need to please her strikes him deadly in the chest. 

He stands, playfully, but softly, nipping her scruff like he knows she likes and begins moving. “Let’s go find some deer then, shall we?” He chirps, trying to lift her spirits.

For the first time in days a smile slid across her maw, This male could read her despite the fact she tried not to be open towards others. She wanted to kill something, NO she needed to crush the life from something tangible and when this powerful beast was beside her the possibilities were endless.

His teeth caused electric memories to rise in the skin on her neck like waves upon the beach, She stood a moment more as he passed by, her eyes glittered with mischievous intent as they roamed his stocky and sexy form. She couldn’t help herself she echoed one on the first conversations she had ever had with him “Lead the way, Kynareth Deagon of the Abbey, I shall hunt by your side tonight.”

Quickly her lithe feminine form caught up to him ghosting along side him like a shadow. She marvelled at how much  had changed much since she had first come to the teekon wilds and she wondered briefly if it was not all good changes. But from the inside it was hard to see.

The smile was still on her face as at moved amicable at his side, she had to remind herself that despite she knew had a ‘wife’ when he was here alone with her he was ‘Hers’ What would it be like if she had him all to herself? What if she had the title of ‘Wife’ Would he or she be any different? She supposed not, and she liked things the way they were now.

Then her mind flitted to Charles again, but the coy-wolf was leaving and her heart ached a little taking the edge away from her smile. She wondered if she could convince Kynareth to come with her to Charles or vice versa before Charles left. Could she convince Charles to stay?

With her mind preoccupied she didn’t see any prey, she just followed her masculine leader bumping into him occasionally without meaning to.

He can see the electric lust swirling within the icy depths of her eyes. Kyn feeds into it horribly, locking his own canary ones on hers. Only then does she purr the first words she said to him on their first hunt together. At that, Kyn smiles devilishly, a pleased hum falling from his lips as he rubs against her. Then he would parrot his own words he remembers saying that night. 

“I’m honored, darling. Let the hunt begin.” 

With that he would brush against her as carry in their hunt at a leisurely pace. Weaving in and out of the forest as his nose stays firmly to the ground in search of prey. 

Only some time later, Kyn finally spots a line deer — the female type. He would alert Whrist with a soft brush of his head against hers and begin stalking towards it. Then, when they get close enough he would sprint to catch his kill, teeth on display and ready to slash and maim.