Greatwater Lake but i'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado

open to anyone within the pack, but perhaps @Selena :D

Alone was the girl scorched in flames. Ankle-deep in the fresh water, now clouded with sand that billows out beneath her feet as she wades through it, submerging herself deeper within its great body. Should she be one with this pack, she should be one with its' lifeline, the great lake that answered her plea.

Her eyes are not facing her reflection, but up to the clouded sky, painted with thick silvers and a deep indigo towards the horizon. The air smelled of rain, and silently, she called for it with a parting of her lips and a flick of her tongue. The lake spoke of its thirst within the deep maroon clay that hugged its shore. It was beginning to dry.

Shoulder deep, she was now, pressing her chin to the very surface and raising her head again, liquid beading from her fur and returning to the pool from which it came. She doesn't drink from it, yet. She'd begun to create her own ritual when it came to taking from the waters. She would always give back to it with her gratitude. It brought her comfort; routine.

At peace with the quiet, Zaahira stops once her shoulders are fully underneath, small pebbles lodged between her toes. She wondered, momentarily, if she stayed long enough, perhaps the great lake may swallow her whole.

It had been a few days since Selena had seen another wolf. Specifically, another adult. As much as she treasured them, the woman did not count the children as company. They were her duty and quite frankly a source of anxiety. But today the shadow was able to drift further from the den-site, grateful that Alpha had returned from exercising her duties. No doubt both mother and children could use a bit of family bonding time without the sitter breathing over them... plus a reprieve from whining and roughhousing was needed for herself. It had been so long since she was around pups, and more exhausting than she had remembered. 

To the lake she flew, extending her small figure to the fullest to work forgotten muscles. The run alone felt wonderful after being sedentary for a few days. It was so humid, no doubt from the rain that was on it's way. Slowing her gait and tilting her sight to the heavy clouds above, Selena pondered the weather forecast for the next few hours. She had wanted to bathe herself, but now thought perhaps she should wait until after the rain fell. No point in getting clean just to trek through muck and mud again. 

Finally, her paws met unforgiving clay, a pretty color but rather uncomfortable under-paw when it was too dry. The wolf quickly bypassed this section to wade further in where the sediment below gave cushion, unaware that she was sharing this bit of respite with another. She was upwind from the drifting woman, and too busy watching the ripples her own legs made as she pushed herself to submerge deeper and deeper. The Lake called to the women of Greatwater today.

She could not smell her company, but she could hear it. 
As she turns her head, she can see the silhouette. A raven, slim and taut, unaware of Zaahira's presence. She had seen her briefly before, but never had they spoken. 
She wades closer, pushing herself up into a paddle momentarily before she could touch the rocky bottom of the lake once more. She greets the figure with a croon, curious ears swiveled forward and body raised in a confident, but friendly posture. She would not challenge her without due reason, not here. Besides, she was still new. Whether or not the raven would be a threat at all was still unknown. 

Selena was becoming more comfortable with the idea of meeting new pack mates, so when a soft croon sounded from the depths of the waters, the unpleseant feeling of being taken offguard did not linger long. The woman who approached her sang sweetly,  as a siren might. She looked just as enticing as she sounded, with peculiarly angled features that all but hooked Selena and reeled her in step by step. Dipping her muzzle as low as the lake surface would allow, her eyes of nothingness focused easily on the tawny female as she offered her own sweet hum. An invitation for her company to swim closer, if it would please her.

And so she does. Zaahira presses closer until their bodies nearly touch, lip curling upwards in a testy show of teeth. Her nose bumps against the side of Selena's muzzle before moving down to the crest of her cheek, breathing in the scent behind her ear. 
When she pulls back, little pink tongue darts from open, warm mouth and runs over the tawny of her upper lip. Her eyes are narrow, and stare directly into Selena's own. Her posture is wary, stiff; willing to be defensive, should Selena make any moves. 
What was this girl about?

The woman of all legs sauntered up next to her, accepting the invitation with little hesitation. The handmaiden curtsied in response, crouching slightly with ears splayed flat as the woman inspected her. The show of subtle dominance was well received, and Selena continued to move her muzzle in the direction it was nudged so as to expose the side of her neck. In a strange turn of events, she hoped the brunette approved of her, a feeling she hadn't had outside of run-ins with Alpha. 

It was after the woman pulled back and met her gaze that Selena instinctively closed the distance between them again. Slowly, she navigated her way to take in the siren's scent. She was gentle-natured, and it showed in the way her cheek caressed the other's as she drank in her mark. It felt sensual, and she wasn't sure how the woman would take it. She didn't know how to make of it herself and so when Selena pulled back, the mix flattened her large ears in embarrassment. Her own maw parted, but not in a display of aggression. She spoke. "I'm Selena."

Alluring was the bird as she explores Zaahira herself. Whether she had intended for it to be mattered not. 
From Zaahira's lips comes a purring sound, low and throaty and ambiguous in intention. From there, her tongue moves again, this time brushing against the wet fur of Selena's throat. It is salty from the lake water. Her lip curls in a smile, one that spoke of pride and perhaps of some sort of wanting. 
The maiden is at her fingertips. She knows this, and treasures it. 
Teeth of ivory graze against the fur at the side of Selena's neck, a hiss drawing from low in her throat, foreign yet made of pure silk as the syllables pour out. Zaahira.

She receives a kiss, placed in the crook of her neck, and internally swoons. Selena felt blood rush from every part of her body only to gather into her cheeks. Due to this unfortunate turn of events, what with losing blood flow through her limbs, she could not move. It was fortunate for subordinate that she did not want to. 

Zaahira's introduction made everything that much more personal. The two were now intertwined. Two young ladies wrapped together in a soft shawl, sharing secrets and dreams. "Zaahira." The Spirits urged her to get even closer. Impossible, but she would try. There was no thought of long term or the repercussions this interaction may have within the pack, only that she wanted to stay near this woman. She followed suit, allowing her own teeth to nip lightly at the siren's shoulder in a preening sort of way. "Stay with me today?" 

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How sweet.

In one swift move, Zaahira's tongue presses at the lips of her packmate. Demanding and dripping with want, ablaze with the head rush and uncaring of whoever else might see. 
Her smile turns crooked, devilishly curving until dimples form below her eyes, the fur at the nape of her neck spiking upward, though not out of malevolence. She removes her eyes from her maiden for only a moment, a flicker of orange glancing towards the trees. Perhaps some privacy would do them good. 
She speaks only with her body, a willowy forelimb wrapping around Selena's own as another fervent kiss is pressed to her mouth. Slowly, she pulls back, wading until water becomes land and gravel returns to grass. The snake calls for the bird with a rattle of its tail. 
Follow me.

The whites of Selena's eyes were revealed as the two wolves touched lips. Her ears flattened in shock as well, but she stayed anchored to the depths of the lake, the coolness of it keeping her from floating out of her body. Whatever trance she was in, there was no leaving it. She submitted as her nature would have it.

And so it would continue to constrict her, so much so that she felt her throat tighten and lightheaded. The clasping of arms together and the kiss that followed was enough to pull her from the lake, but it was the burning stare that bore into her that made Selena want to learn more. 

The little bird obliged, finding the soft yet severe nature of female domination refreshing. It was sweeter, and quite frankly more addicting than that of a male. Like smooth jazz as opposed to rock and roll. Both were appreciated, but there was always going to be a preference between genres. 

She wanted to please Zaahira, though they were of the same rank. So as Selena followed the maiden, she showcased a little pep in her step, rubbing alongside the woman's flank.