Great Bear Wilderness [m] pillow talking

Bramblepoint. Private for @Rosalyn.

Njal's scent had faded from the caldera, and it didn't sit well with Fox. She hadn't seen him since before the storm, and she worried that he had somehow gotten caught in all of it. He was no spring chicken, and she wasn't sure how safe it was for him to be out there, alone. Fox just couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't just abandoned them. It wasn't in his nature. The Alpha would not stray far from her home—it wasn't her style—but she would check the surrounding territories to seek him out.

Her first stop was Bramblepoint, the expansive forest just north of her home. The two-year-old skulked through the woods, nose to the ground, seeking out any signs of her old friend. Come to think of it, Njal was one of the first wolves she had met when she'd come to the Teekon Wilds. He was one of the few founders of Swiftcurrent Creek, and he had served her well. She frowned at the thought and continued her search, the early evening sun creating shafts of light that dotted the ground below the canopy of trees.

Suddenly, her view changed. What was once a thicket of trees was ripped from the ground. It was as if something had torn the trees from their roots. Fox stopped and stared at them, momentarily forgetting about her original intention.

After leaving that Alpha and her charming humor behind, Roz gave the territory she met next a very wide berth.  Guesses and logic led her to believe that the lands belong to whats-er-face, and delightful as it might have been to poke a little fun, she cherished her skin in one piece.  Why'd she have to interrupt anyway?  Even subordinates needed their fun now and again, and if it was pups she worried about, well... there were ways around that.  Maybe someone shit in her breakfast that morning.  Who the hell knew.

Adventures could be found elsewhere, however, and the rogue wasn't picky about where she chose to set her wandering paws.  She stepped through destruction with a swing in her step, gazing with open admiration at the swathe the storm had torn through the nearby forest.  That must have been a beauty of a disaster. 

So caught up was she that it took her a moment to notice she was not alone.  Woah, Roz, didn't miss a marking back there did you?, she thought quietly before dismissing it.  Like that was possible.  This wolf had to be either a loner or outside grounds, both of which meant she was no threat.  So long as she was, y'know, sane.  Unlike that crazy bitch from before, she thought, and it brought a smile with it.

The expression stayed as she paused, watching a moment, wondering with a flutter of internal laughter how long she could go unnoticed.  Her guess was not long, but some of these pack wolves got so used to their own lands, they forgot how to keep their eyes open.

Blinking as the golden hour settled over Bramblepoint, Fox noticed a slight movement to her left. At first, she thought she had imagined it, but as her eyes honed in on where the movement had come from, she realized it was another wolf. For a moment, her heart leapt, thinking that it was Haunter. But she wasn't dark enough, large enough, nor was she a he. Haunter had been dead for a long time, Fox knew, and the concept of ghosts wasn't even one in her brain library.

Besides, she wasn't even looking for Haunter. "Hey you!" she called out, trotting toward the other lady and hoping that she wouldn't scare her off with her approach. "I’m looking for somebody. His name's Njal. Silver fur, yellow eyes. Big, rugged, that kind of thing." How else was she supposed to describe the stoic man she'd once thought of as a potential father for her children. "I think he might’ve gotten lost in the storm," Fox explained.

Not long it was.  She swiveled her ears as a hailing of 'Hey you' came upon them, and her eyes narrowed thoughtfully at the question to follow.  "I've met browns and blacks, but no grey," she replied, sidling a tidge closer to get a better look at the creature speaking.  "And definitely not a one who seemed lost.  In the literal sense, that is."  Again her lips twitched upward.

"This man is important to you?" she asked, a bit of interest alighting.  While she wasn't a terrible hunter, loner was a hard trail to beat, and she prefered barter to stealing.  Only just.  If he had loved ones searching, and she happened across a trail... well, perhaps such information would be worth a meal or two.  For decency's sake of course.  "If so, perhaps I could keep an eye out."  She didn't mention that she doubted anyone out in this destruction would have fared well... wolves tended to get testy when such things were suggested.  But it did cross her mind, and she wondered just what this firebrand hoped to find.

No luck, it seemed. Fox frowned. "He is," she replied. "Although he could have left on his own accord." It was entirely possible Njal felt slighted by their refusal to let him come to the rendezvous site. If that was the case, they had done the right thing. The children didn't need wolves coming in and out of their lives any more than they already had. Fox wanted their lives to be as stable as possible. She stood, lost in her own thoughts for a heartbeat longer before returning her attention to the female.

"You’re a loner," she observed, as if it was some kind of grand news. She was larger than Fox, but not in the same way Peregrine was. In fact, Fox found herself thinking about the conversation she'd had with Peregrine the other day, and an idea struck her. "A cute one, at that." Is this how flirting worked? Fox felt her heartbeat rattle in her chest, actually feeling nervous about giving off this kind of vibe. But what did she have to lose? If the girl was offended, Fox would go on her way and nobody would be the wiser. If not… well, Peregrine had given her permission, hadn't he?

Observant, though the musing was without ire or annoyance.  Her brow lifted at 'cute', a word she'd always found rather vague.  It had many applications, some which were a little too PG and some that were decidedly less.  It was rare another female would refer to her with such words, and though she might have seen the term as a belittlement from a male, she found the lack of allure somewhat endearing.    After the dark male's confident attentions, the stark contrast provided some color to the interaction.

That the stranger was apparently interested surprised her... but something gave her the feeling she might need to steer this ship a bit.

"Hmm.  Not so bad yourself."  She stepped closer, moving around slightly with an obvious glance that took in Fox's frame.  They were of similar size, Fox's frame leaner, but not unappealing.  When it came to physical attraction, Roz counted it less than others might expect... for her it was all about the experience, and the ginger woman's obvious tenativeness when broaching the subject piqued her interest.  Usually she dealt with forward men.  An offering woman?  A rarity.

That is, if she'd read the situation correctly.  Unlike Fox, there was no hesitation in the Rivaini's approach as she moved forward, close enough to taste the other's scent.  "You seek a packmate then," she returned, now aware that the other, unlike her, did not run in a pack of one.  "Should I be expecting a protesting Alpha at any moment, then?"  The words were teasing, and her eyes lingered a moment before she once more took a step back.

Well, not an outright rejection, which was pleasant. In fact, it seemed like… well, whoa. All of the sudden, the darker female approached her with an air of certainty and gusto that caused Fox's nostrils to flare and her tail to flick back and forth nervously. But what was she so nervous about? Hadn't she initiated this? Yes, yes, she had. And now that initiation had been reciprocated.

She asked about Peregrine (or that was the way Fox read it), and she momentarily wondered if he'd set the whole thing up somehow. Was that even possible? Would he go to such lengths just to hear about her girl-on-girl experiences? She wouldn't put it past him, and honestly, if that was the case, she' have to thank him when she returned. "He wouldn’t protest," Fox assured the other. "He’s the one who suggested it in the first place." Where the stranger had taken a step back, Fox took a step forward, re-closing the space between them. (See, she can be bold, too!)

Oh-hoh.  So not only was her leader for free love, he apparently encouraged it.   "Twisted.  I like it."  She could imagine why he would push for such a thing, and where a more prudent girl might be apt to take issue with being a man's source of pleasure like that, the whole thing made Roz sure this Alpha was one she might just get along with.  Not that she'd be looking to sign onto his crew anytime soon, of course.  Pack life had never been her poison of choice.

She closed the distance once more with a directness that vanquished any doubts in Rosalyn's mind as to whether this meeting would remain civil.  "I suppose you can't disappoint then, can you," she affirmed, brushing her side against the other's invitingly.  She did not know what kind of experience the other held in such matters but she had introduced others before, and would likely do so again.  There was a beauty in showing the art, and for a selfish wolf, she obtained a good deal of pleasure from giving another that experience.

Idk how hot & heavy this will get, but I slapped a warning on for good measure. ;)

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Was it twisted? Fox had never thought of it that way. Maybe she was so used to Peregrine's off-the-wall ideas, she'd forgotten to question them along the way. But who were they hurting? Certainly not themselves. The Redhawk power couple was stronger and healthier than ever, and Fox intended to keep it that way. The fact that they were open and honest about everything that they did certainly helped. And even if he had set this up… it was too good to pass up. Really, the circumstances almost felt too good to be true. But Fox wasn't one to question a good time.

Fox tensed when the stranger drew closer, feeling the fur brush up against her own. It caused a familiar shiver to trickle down her spine, and Fox's tail twitched the last bit of it out. Fox made no verbal response to the girl's comment about disappointment, but it only further drove her to believe this was Peregrine's doing. It was far too perfect not to be a setup.

She felt like she was fumbling, in some regards, when she nibbled on the dark ear that wasn't Peregrine's. Ok, that part was easy. Now what? Fox wasn't really sure what to do, so she continued to just… nibble on the girl's ear. When did the humping start? Seriously, though, how did this work? This was one of those few times in her life where Fox lacked the control she was so used to having. And, well, she liked it.

Prolly not terribly so with me writing hehe ;)
I'm cool with fading and skipping whenevers and kinda going by assumption as to what occurs.  Because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fox moved to nibble upon her ear and she made a sound of approval, encouraging the other.  She pulled back after a moment, though, moving around to lay a line of light nips down the other's back, touches that carried her towards the hips.  When it came to love, Rosalyn was not normally a gentle sort, her style more the kind that (in equivalence) pushes partners into walls and furniture with reckless abandon.  New lovers she did approach with a certain subtly, though, unsure as to how much aggression they preferred and willing to explore that in turn.

Her actions sought to ignite in Fox the same passion that seemed to constantly burn beneath her own pelt.  With a pelt like that she had to contain a similar fire somewhere.  Once released, instinct would take over, and their interlude would quickly be consumed with it.  She didn't often give without taking, but in this case, should the other woman choose not to reciprocate, Roz wouldn't mind.  She sensed that this wasn't something the vixen did often, if ever, and that earned her a pass.

Deftly, but slowly, she tested the woman.  Seeking what she liked, what she did not, and trying to push her over that lovely edge and into a state where worries, and hesitations, melted to nothing.

I just started playing The Sims (2) today, and I chose a girl. She immediately decided another girl was going to be her lover, so I was like, "ok, lady." And then they banged, so that was cool.

Nips that felt like fire on her skin trailed down her back. Despite their heat, they made Fox shiver. The fact that she had no idea what she was in for only caused Fox to enjoy the experience even more. The unknown was such a lure, such a tease, and the yet-unnamed female was hitting all the right points along the way. The first touches were gentle—kind, even—but they quickly turned into something more ravenous. More wild, if you will.

It was unlike anything Fox had ever experienced, even with Peregrine, and she lost herself almost instantly in the movements. Whatever thoughts she had of anything in this world quickly dissolved into nothing, and she let herself be taken by it. A final shudder, paired with a loud and unabashed moan, rocked through Fox's body from her nose to her tail to her toes.

The Alpha looked back, heady with pleasure, and licked her lips. Fox was no selfish lover. As much as she enjoyed to lose control, she enjoyed taking it from others. Her own movements were less refined, more clumsy, but she eventually found a rhythm that suited her (and hopefully the loner) well. Fox had not thought it would give her the same rise, the same feeling, but it did. The power that came with this was intoxicating, she could not deny.

Very fitting!

Fox was receptive, wonderfully so, and the entire experience was much better when the other was open to experiences both unknown and rough.  A small satisfied grin crossed her lips, and she closed her eyes as the other made her approval known.  This was an art form, one that too many took for granted, failing to see the beauty of this connection as anything more than a means to an end.  When it came to a collision between two women, it could hardly be for any purpose other than pure joy.  Part of the reason the two differed so wildly.

They weren't done, though, and now the other sought to take control.  Roz allowed her the taste of initiating, having no qualms about vocalizing when Fox met her mark.  It did not take much for the rogue to take pleasure, but this was better than many she'd had, and she closed her eyes, sultry exclamation leaving as the (unbeknownst to her) alpha finished out. 

Breathing heavily, she allowed her heartbeat to settle, then twisted to once more look at the woman whose name she did not even know.  That knowledge was unnecessary, for now she knew so much more, and had bared her own soul in kind.  A moment of passion, one without strings, but not without meaning.  "Now that is what I would call a perfect introduction."  Her eyes were lit with approval, and there was that trace of humor that rarely left her tone.

The other cried out, which was an obvious sign that Fox had managed to do at least something correctly, despite her inexperience. It was so very different from the sensation she'd had with Peregrine on several occasions. Then again, she had not even felt the ultimate pleasure until they had already been together for many months. Peregrine had felt guilty, but Fox could not fault him. She had never known that anything had been missing from their previous lovemakings, assuming that it was only supposed to feel as good as it had. Once she'd gotten a taste of it, however… well, let's just say Peregrine rarely failed to let her end on a good note these days.

Fox stretched her legs and shook out her coat before her lover spoke. Was she allowed to refer to her as such? Fox could not think of a better word. The Alpha's first response was to smirk, knowing that they had done everything but introduce themselves. In fact, Fox had revealed next to nothing about herself. Not even that she already had a mate, children, and an entire pack to lead. She had, perhaps, allowed herself too much spontaneity.

Suddenly, keeping Peregrine a secret seemed thrilling, if not necessary. He, of course, would know each and every little detail about today's events. But Fox had little desire to potentially ruin her chances for another one of these interludes by mentioning her responsibilities in Redhawk Caldera. "Will you meet me again?" Fox asked. "No, don’t answer that. Two days from now, I’ll be here, in this spot. If you come, I'll have my answer."

The Alpha paused, teetering on two choices before hurriedly licking the lady's cheek and racing off toward Redhawk Caldera, her previous mission forgotten.

*leaves Roz hangin'*

Her comment was appreciated, but the reaction it recieved was unexpected.  Not unwelcome, but a change, for normally the one to turn tail first was the rogue herself.  She simply watched, bemused, as the red woman excused herself, stating a spot to meet in the future and failing to confirm anything.  She made no attempt to respond, but reclined, watching that adorable tail disappear into the trees.  Hmmm.

She did not know, in that instant, if she would attend the set meeting.  Roz wasn't the type for repeat interludes, having no intentions (yet, if ever) of forming a bond beyond the physical.  All lovers were different, yes, but they all shared something in common... they were transient, temporary.  She had few (if any) who she had shared more than one meeting with on a social level, even.  The loner thought of friendships in the same way she thought of packs... she could trust no one to watch her back better than herself, so why bother?

She had forty-eight hours to decide, and think on it she would.