Alpine Lake I hadn't slept in a week, I was weak, I was awake

@Alder

She entered the Hinterlands near the north, though as she peered into its depths from the elevation of the lake, she did not think venturing in to it would be a good idea. She felt as if she would get lost within. For now she settled with skirting its northern borders, starting with the lake which she stood by.

She lapped its cool waters, the liquid briefly relieving her from the pervasive heat of her body. Her tail swished behind her, inviting any male who had followed her scent trail to the lake.

Even in the light of his new life, the children he had made coming into this world without a hitch, Alyssum's fate soured his mood - Alder struck from the borders of the Court that evening in hopes of a good distraction. The patch-coated man got his wish easily, the hormones of a woman tickling into his nose and drawing his mind away from everything else even before he'd caught sight of the white creature. 

When he did, however, a charming grin spread across his face - his tail curled over his back and his head lifted in confidence, displaying his rank of King in hopes to perhaps impress her. His one good, open blue eye strained to see more than a thick ivory pelt stretching over her curves, but he could not - a chuff of friendliness was Potema's only warning before he drew beside her at the lake, dipping his own head to lap mindlessly at the icy water. He was not so stupid as to come more than a yard or so close, but he breathed in her scent shamelessly - thoughts of a mate and pups already waiting for him at home were the last time on his mind. The Blackfeather woman commanded him this night - god, not again....

She found that she did not have to wait long for responses to her call. The witch was quickly joined by another, one who's eye matched hers. She did not turn to him fully at first, instead letting her single eye flit towards him in feigned disinterest. Her head raised eventually as she took her fill of water, her tongue swiping over her dripping maw. Salutations, She murmured, looking the male over.

When she turned to him, he was surprised to see they shared injuries - but unlike with the elder, he did not speak of it. The wraith gave but one word of greetings, and Alder's grin again flashed her way. She held the scent of a pack not from around here- so why was she out here, away from home and tempting males towards her? 

                   "Evening - what's a beautiful woman like you doing around here?"

Drinking, She responded coyly, knowing that their verbal exchanges were only prolonging the inevitable. Though now I find myself thoroughly distracted, She smirked towards him, her tail swinging behind her. Such wordplay, which she thought was above her, came easily to her. Perhaps it was the effect of heat.

Drinking. Her coy words brought his paws closer, if only by a step, and he breathed in her scent once more - his own tail wagged excitedly behind him, but by now Alder barely understood what was going on. It was all he could do to keep his words flowing smoothly, even if the pitch lowered into a husky whisper.

                "Distracted, huh? How distracted do you want to be?"

Reaching forward slowly to nibble at her shoulder, Alder took another step in attempt to close the distance between them, but did not yet aim to move behind.

She let him approach, pushing her shoulder towards him, inviting his muzzle to search elsewhere on her body. Blindingly so, She responded, reciprocating with light nibbles on his ear, the injured one no less. It was bound to be more sensitive.

She did not just allow him, but pressed forward into his touch- even her words spurred him forward, and from then on he needed no more encouragement.... But she did, reaching out and nibbling his previously wounded ear, wishing to be blindingly distracted. 

             "I can help with that."

His low words were accompanied with an even lower growl, one full of lust and need - his paws closed the distance between them, and his gentle teeth preened down her spine.

She shivered at his words, deep and low in his throat, then moaned as his teeth found her spine. She rode the feeling for a moment, then reciprocated, her tongue and teeth focusing even more on his wounds, gentle enough to please, but not to hurt.

The stranger's moan only served to encourage him more - if such a thing was possible - and as she again nibbled at his scars, a shiver ran through his own spine. After a few moments of this, he was unable to restrain himself - the scent was driving him mad, and he reached over her back with one foreleg, testing the waters. He didn't fully move behind her, sending overly excited nips to her scruff that were more rough than before; even through the haze of hormones and lust, he would not push his limits to earn more scars.

She shifted her body now, encouraging him to stop beating around the bush. Her tail wagged behind her as she moved from nibbling his ear to displaying herself to him. She pushed against him, her tail curled over her back. She looked back, inviting him to enter.

The white woman pushed against him readily, and a grin spread across his face as he clamped his legs around her wide hips, and reached forward to lick sloppily at her face when she turned back - the King missed only once before meeting his mark and entering, melding their bodies in dance. A rough, shaky growl tumbled from his jaws, and it was muffled as he reached forward to bite at her scruff, intending fully to clamp on and not hold back.

He was quick to mount her, but Potema didn't mind at this point. She waited for him to enter; he missed at first, to which she whined with anxiety. But when she felt him inside her, she moaned contently, a soft squeak exiting her lips at his harsh grip on her scruff. She hoped there wasn't a scar.

The woman's whine spurred him on, and didn't protest, but her squeak brought surprise, and the King faultered for a moment before getting a better grip that would not break her skin. Settled, his thrusts picked up momentum and eventually he fell into a rhythm, legs tightening around her hips. A stronger, needier growl rumbled in his chest, and his breathing was already ragged.

He responded to her surprised and slightly pained noise, thankfully. His tight grip on her scruff relaxed, allowing her to focus on his rhythmic thrusts rather than the pain at her neck. She panted along with him, her tongue lolling as his speed increased, a soft whine coming from her throat as she began to push back insistently.

He could almost pretend the white fur beneath him was Aspen, to ease his own guilt -- thankfully, in the throng of lust and hormones, he didn't have to think too hard about anything -- but nothing could stop him from admitting to himself that he loved the rush of both the actions and the forbiddenness of it all. He loved his wife with all his heart, and the girl beneath him meant nothing: but he could not tell Aspen a second time. The King would not admit he did wrong simply because, despite his guilt, he truly believed he did nothing wrong. 

There was a long minute or two of passionate lusting, and when Potema pushed back it brought a moan from his throat. Growling in lust, he felt the telltale tingle of the end of their dance just moment before it happened -- with a gasp, the King let go of her scruff, tightening his grip on her waist before going limp on her back. Tied as they were, he knew they would be stuck awkwardly together -- Would she talk? Ask of him? Tell of herself? -- but so she didn't have to carry his weight, the ginger Mercenary twisted around to balance on his forelegs, one hindleg draped over her.

Their tango lasted for a few moments longer until they both reached their peak, Potema soon after the older half-blind wolf, panting contently as his weight slowly slipped off her back. Only a leg remained on her lower back, only that and the tie reminding her of his presence.

She wanted to ignore him, revelling in her afterglow, but a question lingered in her mind. How did you lose sight in your eye? Out of everything, it was the only thing they shared in common, unless his seed took in her body.

 "Protecting the life of someone who later abandoned me, unfortunatley. Bear."

Alder didn't regret doing it, still finding it a scar of honor that he would have given his life for his packmates, but was more than pissed off with Ayla for her crime. She'd gone without a word to anybody, and by now it was more than obvious she wasn't coming back.... If he ever saw her again, she was dead meat. 

                                                    "You?"

Attacked, by another wolf I think, when I was young The thoughts were still hazy in her mind. Someone had filled her in a while back, but the memories were still clouded behind mindfog. She doubted she would ever know the truth, but it did not matter anymore. That wolf must have been long gone from the pack by now, and she had long since adjusted to her half-blindness.

She shifted paw to paw, wondering how long they would be tied. She could never gauge a range, what with her lack of experience.

Another wolf.... Many questions flooded Alder's mind, but he sensed her discomfort and chose to stay silent. Thankfully, it didn't last long before he could pull away from her, stepping away and shaking out his cream and ginger coat. He hesitated on leaving, turning his good eye to her in a mixure of confusion and concern. 

                            "Do you.... Need me?"

He was loathe the bring another woman into his fold expecting a litter, especially that might be his pups, but he also wouldn't condemn them to life in the wilds just before Winter.

He asked, tentatively, if she needed him. Needed him? Other than his seed, she needed none of his assistance. Nor did she need his pleasure anymore. No, She said curtly. She had her brothers to protect her, even if the pack had faded away. Her children would grow strong and healthy, without a father, just, she noted, as she had. It was not required in the first place.

The tie broke between them, and Potema pulled away. She didn't dare lap at her groin, instead sitting, trying her best to increase her chances. She didn't speak to the male after that, not noticing when he walked away.