Moonspear inhale the stars, exhale fire [m]

There are parts of us that want to be forever.

And by late in the day when she arose from a shaded, cool cave, she's feeling bizarrely consumed. Simultaneous senses so honed that it hurt her head and a hazy focus around all else left her unsettled, and frustratingly so. The past few days had been relatively eventful for the dark alpha, marked notably by restlessness that had seemed to be from the famine, hunger, and high temperatures but now in retrospect, she had to wonder if it had been the true cause. She licked her lips and set off, a little stiff at first but easing into what she upholds as normal soon after.

Once up and going in full, she moved for the borderlands. Patrol was painfully short-lived though. To her nose, it became less about "this is a well-tended claim" and more about her, which was where her annoyances stemmed first of all. These bothers turned to a cloaked loathing, and with that her mind was made. She abandoned that early so not to raise the suspicions unnecessarily. Amekaze then went back up the mountain alongside a favored small creek. She took that as an opportunity to wet her coat down, and that seemed to soothe her more than anything else had so far. 

Since her interests were not with fishing, either (in fact her appetite for it was markedly absent), she roved onward near the waterway, unspecified in her exact destination with thoughts wandering in several ways all together. It was along the way here, with dusk just beginning to creep on the balmy summer's day, that she felt it all seem to settle at once with a great heave of a sigh. It forced her into a pause, and there, she prickled, shivered, and panted all at once -- good, bad, and all things in-between rushed on her. A subtle roil of worry threatened to interrupt but a lift of her lips shooed it aside -- for now, for she was not ruled by it, and would not be. She was already too preoccupied. 

Ame lowered her muzzle to the soft sprigs of new green grass, and sought trace of @Charon. 

phone post, so *wiggles at autocorrect* also maybe set for tomorrow bc vague things. technically. idk how to do timelines anyway
**mature sexy-time themes later in this thread fyi

Teeth raked the water's surface but hit only water as a small fish tore away. A frustrated growl erupted from the young Alpha's throat, but it did not last very long, for as he turned his gaze from the water and cleared his nostrils, Charon knew instantly that something was different. He licked the water off his lips and stepped out of the river, determination in his step as he moved forward. Nose drifted to the ground momentarily until he caught her trail and continued onwards, driven by nothing but his instincts.

Ears pricked forward, neck arched proudly and tail curled over back as she came into view, more beautiful than ever. The moment was reminiscent of their first union and yet at the same time it was completely different. He exhaled, long and drawn out, as he took her in and admired her beauty. It was a fine Queen that he had been given, and now it was time for something bigger than either of them — heirs to their throne, the great mountain upon which they resided.

Paws carried him forward and Charon moved towards her as though afloat, his body language clear in what he wanted, his instincts raging with longing.

Her nose felt sharper than ever, and her head swam with the details. But above the din, she found his scent, and it became the only thing she was looking for until she found it. The waterway made it easy enough and in silence, she drew upon him.  

Seeing him, tail flagging and proud with a float in his step befitting his status (as King, and wolf privvy to her in this manner all at once) roused her own up over her back as she slid into place beside him, a contrasting match. Time between them, even in weighty quietude.. she always held it dear, and swallowing thickly, she knew what was to come. He was far too important to her. Even if she never understood why, exactly, but seeing him eased her soul in innumerable ways with her nose so full of her own muskiness.

She growled softly and nipped the edge of his lips fondly. He stood steadfast as hers, and her goal swiftly turned to greedy contact. She snaked beneath his neck, first pressing her shoulder into his chest, then arcing around him so it was her hips next. Her teeth wandered, peppering him in nips wherever she could reach -- which never seemed to be quite enough.

The distance between them was quickly closed, the two wolves meandering towards each other with determination in their step until they finally reached each other. A low growl rumbled in Charon's throat as Amekaze first touched him, lightning shooting through his spine as her teeth ever so gently touched the frays of his lips.

Rough nips were exchanged between them; as she slid past him Charon planted a series of rough nibbles along her spine. He nipped at her tail, then moved after her, following her scent wherever it would lead, intending to take her as his own soon enough, solidifying the claim he had made several months ago.

She reached for him, curving and arcing fondly as need coursed in waves. His touch along her spine brought with it raised hackles and a deep growl she didn't bother to contain. It grew a little louder with playful undertones when he went for her tail soon after. She danced along lightly, out of reach for a beat but never for long.

It was contact like this that kept her close, though, and demanding that she have more. As much as she'd love to tease and to wind a twisting pathway of allure further up this creek to where it started up the mountainside someplace, she couldn't seem to pull away long enough to make it happen. Not yet. She was far too consumed -- with fondness and instinctual neediness both, so badly that's she's just overwhelmed with the need to not be away from him. 

He's alive, she's alive, and nature has deemed now (of all times) to be the time for her season to come calling. It only feels right to celebrate it, embrace, and enjoy -- especially after harboring her own doubts of if/when it may come at all. Of course, that was just one of many things lately. The famine, the losses, bears, all of the failed hunts, the fragile greenery, and even their very recent struggles.. the list went on. So with all the sorrow and suffering hopefully behind them (a series of events she hoped to officially bookend with the shocking mountain hunt), now feels like the best time to move forward and put distance between them and all the bad. Finally, finally. She's ready. Evidently she'd only needed a little high voltage to remember.

Amekaze circled around him close once more with a thorough lashing of her tail as she roughly combed her teeth through his fur. She trusted he knew what to do as she leaned her hip against his shoulder and angled her tail away from him.

He could not really wait any longer, yet she continued to tease him. Every time Charon tried to nip at her, put a paw across her back and every time she would dance away, causing a low growl to erupt in his throat. He was more than ready, could wait no longer but was forced to by her teasing gestures. He tried to catch her every time but even when his gestures became rougher and less understanding she was so lithe and agile that she would escape every time he would try to catch her nevertheless.

Eventually hip was pushed against shoulder and finally she was as ready as he had been all along. Tail moving away was enough to spur him on and without second thought he dove on top of her, teeth grabbing for her nape and thrusting until he hit home.

To her, matters escalated just as they'd needed. She'd enjoyed the teasing and the light motions underfoot, paired with his increasing frustration, she could find no complaints -- and instead, desirous joy that spun wild in her bloodstream, invigorated by the moment and all things considered. But when she finally settled, she did with purpose and let this move forward, albeit not without an impish smirk cast over her shoulder.

He wasted no time closing that space between them the second she let it be had, and as reminded by the sudden weight, she steadied her footing accordingly. While nothing tangible had come of their first, it did grant her a greater familiarity here between them. That, and nature's call was far too loud in her ears to have her do anything except meld into his grip finally. She arced her back up towards the curvature of his underbelly and loosed a lusty snarl when his teeth found purchase in her scruff.

Maybe it was something sharpened by teeth on her skin, but now she was a feeling his urgency a bit more keenly in the burn of their contact. She eased into the rhythm, relaxing more with a shuddering breath. The flow of the motions soon overtook her senses, and she went willingly further and further.

They melted into each other and the feeling was intense -- perhaps even more so than the first time -- as it was further intensified by the mixture of their scents. He rumbled a pleased growl into her fur as he continued to thrust, with little regard for her personal comfort.

It did not take very long -- perhaps half a minute -- before the display was over and that was that. They were still stuck together and Charon slumped over Amekaze, waiting for their eventual release.

Quick, purposeful, and roughened enough by nature's urging, she was responsive to the pace he set between them and let him move undisturbed. Wild-eyed, she lolled her tongue and arced her body into his contact just enough to suit her, all in the efforts of chasing the rush of satisfaction that the culmination would grant her.

When his weight shifted, she was settling back down herself and segueing into a peaceful interval where she may catch her breath. Because of this, she was in no rush to see time pass. Only once she could feel the resistance of the tie loosening, she moved slowly from beneath him, but growled softly at his absence suddenly. She turned to face him to ghost a nipping-lick over the side of his muzzle -- a motion meant to speak of her fondness where she could not.

Soreness quivered up her legs, but she ignored it for favor of her serene bliss and tried to nudge him forward with her, seeking a change of scenery for now, and maybe a brief rest if she'd find herself settled enough. She knew he'd follow anyway, so turned expertly up the pathway, content until desire would eventually send her back towards him.

Eventually the tie between them loosened and Charon felt Ame's weight disappear. When she motioned to follow he did so without question. The fondness between them had never really been put into words or logic. It simply was there. To some their bonding might seem like a political one, forged by the fact that they were both Alphas and thought it logical to reproduce. But there was more behind it. Things that Charon, neither, could ever put into words. She made him feel at ease, gave him peace whenever his mind raged towards revenge — and yet fueled him at times, when it was wise to do so, when the odds were in their favour — and for all of that, she was simply a perfect match for him.

And so he followed, wondering what the future would bring and hoping that this time the future would bring them children, as he so desired, to continue their legacy.

He followed, staying close, and satisfaction welled happily in her chest. Charon was good at reading into what she was feeling, her subtleties aside, and never pressured her when she went purposefully silent. She sensed that he understood because words had little place for her here between them. To her, it went far deeper, and having him part of it had only proven time and time again that it was just right -- and why she let the pathway take them to this new venture in life for the Spear, one that none others had inspired of her.

Even if thinking of herself as a mother was an abstract concept, but one to be revisited another time when it was much closer to actually happening. Starting now, her time would have to be devoted to seeing to it that it would happen, and even then, that was only the very beginning. She sensed a daunting challenge approaching, even if the herds did return soon, but she was determined to let this mountain see the growth it so deserved. Amekaze would not let it fade to obscurity as the Sunspire had done beneath her ruling which brought them nothing new.

Yet all in all, worries were far from her concerns now with him. She basked warmly in his company, all aspects of it from the rhythm of his footfalls to his scent (their scent, where the lines blurred together satisfyingly) to of course the familiar sight of him. Sure enough, they rested, fed, and continued their work as nature beckoned..