Ravensblood Forest Better Together

Setting: Afternoon — 14:30. 74 degrees — Partly cloudy, windy. Set on the Takota River a little ways north from the waterfall on the western mountains in Ravensblood Forest.

Donovan is hunger than a starving animal right now. When a solo hunt with a healthy young hare is able to out run him he settles on something moderately easier to catch. Well sometimes fish are easier to catch. 

As he paws up to the river he walks a little ways down until the river flows instead of rushes. Tilting his head back, he releases a baritone howl for @Nemisis to join him. Until she reaches him he’ll be looking for fish and stumbling about int he shallows of the Takota River.

She's only a few dozen yards away, enjoying her own water based activities. A bath, followed by a roll in some sage. She never understood the appeal of marching about reeking of death, and instead much preferred to be well groomed. A queen had to look out together, act put together, in order to lead properly. A bedraggled pelt was lucky to strike fear in the heart of a squirrel. 
Her grooming however, was interrupted by Donovan's shout, and she rolled to her paws, shaking the twigs and sage leaf out of her pelt. It took her only a moment to arrive, an obvious expression of irritation on her features. 
"You could have done perfectly well without all the shouting. And why are you splashing around like a runt who's mother doesn't have the sense to keep him out of puddles?" She hissed, genuinely confused. Halflings, she supposed. It was tragic, really. No matter how good a wolf they tried to be, they would always be half witted, clumbsy, graceless abominations.

Donovan when Nem rolls up and imminently insults him:

He continues on after he calls for Nemisis, wading further into the shallow ends. He watches the water intently, he’s concentrated and his glowing yellow orbs flit through the clear liquid.

Then he hears footsteps to his right and he turns his head to watch the ever beautiful form of Nemisis show herself to him. An alluring smell breezes past him and he takes a chance to inhale it deeply. He’s about to give his greeting when, almost instantly, the sassy she-wolf is padding up to the bank and insulting him mercilessly.

His face is comical and he blinks for a moment, then a smooth laugh escapes him. “Damn, afternoon to you too, honey.” He jests sarcastically back.

Lmao she got balls, thats for sure. His balls, to be specific. 

His stunned expression makes her pause a moment, wondering if perhaps she's taken her heckling too far and needs to defend herself. But and easy smile slips across his muzzle and is followed shortly by a sarcastic greeting. She steps delicately into the water, giving his shoulder a playful nudge. She freezes at the scent that meets her. Her eyes narrow and she pulls back sharply. "Nice to know you're running around playing. Did you at least get her to join?" Her voice is cold and accusatory, and her eyes darken in an anger she can't even fully understand herself. What should it matter to her what he did in his spare time. She had made it clear from the beginning they were not exclusively mates. Despite her heart and thoughts demanding otherwise. "What in the fuck are you even looking for?" 

LOL preach it!

His smile remains and his eyes follow her into the water. As she closes in on his personal space and nudges his shoulder, her face is suddenly venomous. Then her words shock him even more. “Did you at least get her to join?” For a moment he feels like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Especially when the coldness (well, colder than usual) in her voice settles in.

He couldn’t even make himself mad in such a situation. He genuinely can’t. So a sly smirk comes across his face and as she draws away he inches closer to her. Answering her last question before her first. “Number one, fish.” Then the first. “Number 2, Nope. Building alliances with a neighbor pack though. If you know what I mean.” He winks. “You jealous, darling?” These will probably his last words. For she will probably kill him. He goes as far as to willingly accept any punishment she has in store for him. Only to push his luck even further, he presses against her side and swipes a black tongue across the plume of her scruff — if she allows him that is.

He persues her, a sly smirk on his features. She wants to slap him, to tear that stupid grin off his stupid face. She's more frustrated at herself than him...how was it this idiot mutt managed to make her fall apart so easily? 
she turned her head away, Feigning nonchalance. 
"Why should I care who you screw? Its not like we ever agreed to be mates. I told you you could have a consort. Its...fine. perfectly fine. Fine, fine, fine." The last word she bites down on like she's snapping the neck of a rabbit. "Kinda funny my father was able to negotiate with several packs, and yet managed not to come home smelling like any of them." She shoots him a pointed look, calling him out on his bullshit. He moved to tease her, drawing his tongue against her scruff and she stiffened, lips curled into a warning. Her Forest green eye rolled back into a whale-eye warning, tongue flicking out between her incisors. It was a a clear and obvious don't fuck with me. Her attention was directed to his answer to her other question. She settled herself back into the icy exterior, primly moving back onto the  bank. Why on Earth did he need a fish? And why did he need her?

Once again, he’s not surprised by her answer though she seems uncaring, until she’s not. It’s obvious something about it bothers her. Either she’s jealous or actually doesn’t want to hear about his sexual escapades. At her harsh words and then the painfully serious snarl that has her lip curling up and baring perfect, white teeth, he’s having a few second thought of saying it. 

Heeding her warning, he back away upon her wordless request. His ears flick back momentarily and he softly nods his head in her direction. “You did say that.” He hums casually, sifting though the water, looking for the scaly animals to swim by. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun as well.” He doesn’t say it with a teasing undertone, he just says it. Normally. Which is something he can’t make himself do for some reason.

She would never admit the truth to him. 
that she had dreams of him mounting her. That despite being a halfling, she admired him. That she slept better in his den. 
Instead she sniffed, turning her nose up stiffly. "I won't be another toy. Another silly, blushing vixen. And I sure won't be your sloppy seconds. My mother would lose her mind if she caught me associating with a mutt. But just remember, loyalty exists for a reason. And you don't do the Bloodrend ceremony with just anyone."  Her pointed words made it obvious this was her final contribution to the argument. She turned her eyes to the water, just as confused. "What on Earth do you need a fish for?" 

At the finality of her words, he knows he’s in no place to continue such an argument. Sure, she holds valid points. He understands she probably wants him all to herself, she’s probably not the type to share. If so she’s especially the type to kill if he were to run off with someone else after proclaiming himself to her. So respectfully, he drops it with a hum of acknowledgment.

Gazing down into the water he smiles once more. “I’m fucking hungry and feeling lazy, so fish sound like the easiest to catch.” So he paces around finally finding a suitable place to stand and wait. 

Only a few moments later when the water calms, a fish that swims calmly past him catches his eyes. His massive head dips into the water to and re-emerges with a small fish in his maw. Throwing it onto the bank he smirks to Nemisis. “You know how to fish, right?”

She stares down at the flopping thing, gawping lifelessly on the dirt at her paws, before looking up at him with an expression that clearly said "surely you can NOT be serious?" 
She prods the thing with a paw with a disgusted grimace. "I'm sorry....have you mistaken me for an otter? Perhaps a bear?" She laughed incredulously. " I don't eat anything that doesn't bleed." 

He watches her eye down the fish and rolls his eyes, a comical smile gracing his maw. “You’re such a priss.” He hums back. “And they do bleed, you just gotta crunch on them a little bit.”

He looks back down to the water. “Come fish. It’s fun.” He says to her watching the fish swim about in the clear water. His jaws opening viciously to try and snap one out of the water but failing miserably this time. Only causing water to splash about.

A lip curled in disgust, she padded towards the water. 
Fun. She personally didn't see what was so fun about half drowning yourself to choke down a slimy, flopping thing, but he obviously did. She was so busy grumbling to herself she failed to see the algae, and gave an unholy shriek when her paw was enveloped in slimy much. 
"AGGHHH GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!" She Howled, the offending paw extended dramatically causing her to lose her balance, tumbling headfirst into the  water, her teeth, Ironically, snapping shut inches from a small Minnow. 
She righted herself, now soaking wet and highly irritated, and shot a glare that- were wolves somehow gifted supernatural abilities- would have fried him to a crisp. 
She coughed, spat out a mouthful of water, and pouted.

Just as she finally comes forth to try and catch some fish, some unfortunate event is bestowed upon her once more. His eyes aren’t even on her when she starts panicking and screaming, that quickly changes. 

His head is spinning away from the water with a dish in his mouth that he just caught. Though it seems useless when his jaw drops at the screaming woman next to him. Causing him to drop the fish back into the water.

Spinning in her direction he watches her flaunt the paw covered in algae of something else and he’s actually about to help her take it off when she’s slipping and splashing about in the water. Watching her fallen form in stunned silence, he’s so tempted to laugh but he fears death if he does so.

Keeping it professional with just a smile, he’s resist the urge to burst into horrible laughter. Sauntering over he grabs her wet scruff and helps her up. “You okay, Nem?” He asks with an airy chuckle.

Glowering she gets to her feet, smiling sweetly as she turns towards him. 
then, she shakes her pelt out, thuroughly soaking her partner. 
Satisfied, she stood back with a smirk. 
"Oh yes, perfectly fine." she answered primly. 
"Now unless I've scared all your fish away...seeing as I'm already in the water..." 

As he legs go of her chocolate scruff she gazes to him almost devilishly. He only has enough time to squint his eyes in suspicion at her before she’s shaking the water from her pelt and soaking Donovan with it instead. Shaking his head he chuckles, curly tail waving on his hips he grins back.

He slinks towards her and attempts a nip at her rump and trots playfully to the shore. “Come on dear, let’s take our kills to the cache. Maybe dry off some.”