Back when the pack was still under Kotori's rule he had expanded and built out a storage cellar of sorts, picking a fairly large burrow he had found near the rapids as his starting place. He vaguely remembered from his very early days growing up in the Armada that his grandfather had built something similar and it had worked out well for storing the meats that he wasn't planning on using right away. He had dug it long and tall enough over time to install shelves along one wall for storage and hooks on the other for things that were drying and aging. It was nice and cool in there, especially now during the winter. Even though the pack was under new management now he didn't see any reason to stop contributing to the pack or to stop keeping his cellar fully stocked. Besides, it gave him something to do and he did enjoy hunting.

He had spent the morning tracking a herd of mule deer and despite the fact that he had only been planning to snag one of the slower does from the group he realized that the buck had some kind of injury, possibly from a fight with another buck, and that had slowed the deer down enough that he'd been able to take the large animal down on his own. It had been a pain in the ass to carry back home, but now he had it out in the clearing near the cellar and he was carefully skinning and breaking down his kill, pulling various knives and tools from a small workshop like area he had built out next to the cellar entrance. His forelegs and parts of his muzzle were bloodied from the work, but that was just part of the process that he was used to. The pelt was cut off and laid out to be cleaned up and treated and the guts had all been removed so he sat back to take a break with a sigh, grabbing a towel to start cleaning off his face and forelegs.

"Arcturus Indarra"

"By all means, leave the blood," a sultry voice filled with humor called sweetly from the doorway to the meat cellar.

Scylla had come to check the den just to gauge how often the wolves of the pack were out hunting. It was up to everyone to contribute in one way or another. She hadn't spoken to each member individually as of yet, but this was a pretty good testament as to how many hunters Obscura possessed.

Having entered the cellar, grey and blue eyes landing on the massive form of a maned brute, his gold and grey form spattered with blood from the kill that he was processing. Consider her intrigued. The small, slate and cream fae padded forward, coming in close to the striped brute. She remembered his name from their initial meeting as Arcturus. Reaching up with one paw, a single, nimble digit swept across his lower jaw, coming away with a rogue fleck of meat. "Very messy work, Arcturus," she purred his name, then moved past to inspect the stores. "Are you one of the main hunters here? Or THE main hunter?"

"Scylla"

He was just lifting the rag to his face when a voice behind him made his gray ears perk with surprise, turning to see Scylla watching him from the entrance of the cellar. She caught him very off guard–both with her presence and her comment about leaving the blood on him–that he couldn't quite process it fast enough to respond before she was walking toward him and reaching up toward the splatters of blood and small bits of meat stuck to his jaw. He felt one of her unique digits brush along his jaw, making his breath catch, and suddenly making him realize he was probably staring at her like an idiot. He sputtered a bit and cleared his throat and attempted to regain some kind of composure as she stepped away to inspect the rest of the cellar.

"Oh I um... I-I don't know about all that," he insisted while trying to ignore how burning hot his face felt–and while trying keep the stupid grin off of his lips to keep himself from looking like an even bigger idiot. After spending so long with Vanille the idea of being flirted with–if that's even what this was–was still so ludicrous in his mind. Even still, he would be lying if he said he wasn't kind of enjoying the unexpected attention. "I guess saying I'm the main hunter isn't entirely wrong though," he added as he went back to cleaning himself up. "It keeps me busy and gives me a way to be helpful so... I end up hunting a lot." The filled cellar around them was probably a testament to that.

He'd have to wash himself off to really get all the blood off of him, but he had gotten the bulk of it. His hunting wasn't always this messy, but it had been a big kill with a lot of meat to process. He put the dirty rag aside and turned his attention back to Scylla. Well... at least she seemed to like it. Did he want her to like it? She was really pretty in such a unique kind of way, but the thought of trying to "make a move" still felt so foreign. "Um... Was there... Could I help you with anything?" he managed to ask, inwardly cringing at himself tripping over his own words.

"Arcturus Indarra"

Arcturus insisted that hunting kept him busy so he tended to do it often. Scylla cast a glance over her shoulder. "I do love an industrious man," she purred, inspecting the stock of meat and fish. "It would make sense then that not many others come in here, right? With you being the main hunter and all." The fae's tones were saccharine sweet. She'd eventually get to the good part.

The sound of shuffling about behind her went unacknowledged as Scylla finished up a quick count of the food within the den. She wanted more, but that could come in time. It was better to have too much meat than too little. If they dug down deeper, perhaps it would stay colder even longer.

A question was posed and Scylla turned back around to face the gold and grey brute. Could he help her with anything? How sweet of him to ask!

Stepping in close, Scylla invaded Arcturus' personal space, one paw reaching up to gently cup his cheek. "I do have a horrible itch that needs scratching. Would you be up for the task or shall I find someone else?" The fae's tones were laced with innuendos that he would hopefully catch. Long story short: Scylla was ready to fuck him right here in the kill den.

"Scylla Klein"

Arcturus grinned a little and gave a kind of bashful chuckle when she said she loved an industrious man, still trying his best to play it cool as best as he could despite the sultry purr to her voice and the way she looked back at him over her shoulder. As clueless and out of practice as he was with this kind of game as he was, he could tell that she was obviously either insinuating something deeper than just checking out the pack's meat cellar. He wasn't sure what he had done to get this kind of attention, but he didn't have it in himself to tell her to stop or that he wasn't interested. He had been opened up to a whole new world with the ending of his previous relationship and he was finding that he quite enjoyed the attention it brought. He had never really felt desirable before his run in with Juniper and she had helped him turn around his whole way of thinking.

Scylla questioned whether or not others came in here very often besides himself as the pack's main hunter and he gave a little shrug, saying, "That's pretty true. Sometimes others come in here to get something to go with their dinner or restock the pack's main storage area, but... Mostly it's just me." The reason for her asking went entirely over his head until she suddenly turned toward him after he asked if he could help her with anything and she stepped closer to him, making him blink with surprise and tip his head down to look at her. Her paw reached up to cup his cheek and any conscious thought he had was zapped from his head all at once, barely registering her mention of having an 'itch' that needed scratching and her questioning whether he was up for the task or not. That combined with her previous question regarding the privacy of the cellar all clicked together and if he hadn't already been blown away by her bold and forward approach he certainly was now.

"I... I think I could help you with that," he finally managed to rumble quietly after a moment of his thoughts spinning at a hundred miles an hour. His paw lifted with a bit of uncertainty before he internally scolded himself. He had wanted nothing more than to be wanted and to finally enjoy all of the pleasures that had been held just out of reach for so long and now it was being handed to him on a silver platter. If he really wanted to take advantage of this freedom then he had to let himself take advantage of it, damn it. The uncertainty and shock in his expression eventually faded to a renewed determination and a fledgling confidence as his large paw slipped around her waist and pulled her body up against his own. She was so small that it was easy to lift her nearly off the ground with just one foreleg and keep her lithe body tight to broad planes of his own.

Quietly, he shifted to lean back against the cellar of the den, propping himself up in a sitting position that kept him reclined enough to hold Scylla in his lap. His paws roamed down her back, over her hips, and across her thighs, acquainting himself with her body with a curious, adventurous, admiring touch. One of his paws shifted a little lower to roam over her ass and caught her tail, letting the long, flowing strands of fur flow over his paw as he pulled his paw back again, glancing down and watching them fall across his paw pads for a moment. "You're very beautiful, Scylla," he rumbled with a little grin, giving her hips a playful squeeze. "Do you want me to 'scratch your itch' any way in particular, my Sovereign?"

"Arcturus Indarra"

Eventually Arcturus picked up what she was putting down, realization striking him visibly. Gods... that was cute. There was an air of innocence around him that was adorable and Scylla almost wanted to pinch his cheek. Ah, but once they were on the same page, the dire brute took advantage of her small size, lifting her with ease and maneuvering her until he was leaned back and she was settled on his lap. Scylla found a comfortable position easily, her belly pressed against his own. The position left her sitting right atop some very sensitive things. She likey.

Big paws roamed over her body and the Klein fae made little sighs of pleasure. She loved being worshiped and appreciated like this and he should know that he was doing a good job. His words, when he spoke, brought a soft chuckle from the striped woman. "Wouldn't you have been embarrassed if this wasn't at all what I meant." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Scylla was a bitch, but she was a playful bitch. Before he could answer Scylla scooted up enough to kiss him. Her tongue dipped into his maw, tasting the unique flavor that was his alone. A little moan of pleasure pulled from the slate fae before she retrieved her tongue from his mouth. "The best way to scratch my itch is by you doing whatever you think you do best, Arcturus." Scylla's tongue pulled lazily over his bottom lip. "I'm giving you the opportunity to use your Sovereign in any manner that you choose," she whispered into his ear. He'd been given the verbal keys to the kingdom.

"Scylla Klein"

The reactions Scylla gave him to his roaming paws and his manhandling of her reinforced his confidence and let him know he was moving in the right direction. Her quip about how embarrassed he would have been if this hadn't been what she had meant did make him falter and wonder if maybe he was reading into her intentions incorrectly, but he quickly recovered with a chuckle as he realized she was messing with him. "Yeah, I don't know if I'd ever recover from that one," he replied with amusement, his paws massaging at her hips. If there had been any doubt that he had crossed some kind of boundary it was quickly dashed by Scylla scooting up his body to press her muzzle to his own, making his eyes widen a bit with surprise before they slowly closed as he melted into the kiss with a low moan of his own.

Even though sex and pleasure weren't exactly new to him, he was probably more of a novice than Scylla probably expected him to be. As their lips parted and her tongue swiped across his bottom lip with whispers of doing whatever he did best and the opportunity to do whatever he wanted to his Sovereign, Arcturus very much felt that he was in a situation of faking it until he made it. She seemed so confident in herself and so sure of what she wanted that he almost envied her. Still, the shivers that ran down his spine when she whispered in his ear and the gnawing desire in his gut just from having her lithe body pressed to his was more than enough to convince him that he wanted this. He wished he was more experienced for her, but just as with any skill the only way he was going to become more experienced was by doing.

Without another word he dipped his head to connect his muzzle to hers again, his tongue finding hers once more as he kissed her with all of the passion and desire she had ignited in his belly. He might not be well versed in various tips or tricks or positions that some others might be, but he knew instinct and he knew this burning need and he let that guide him as he held her tight and he let himself get swept away by it. His large paws hooked under the backs of her thighs, lifting her into position as he kept his place leaned against the wall with her in his lap. He gradually joined their bodies together with a growling moan that made his lips break free from hers, more lowering her onto him than the other way around. His movements were shallow and grinding, savoring her as he curled his head down to let a trail of kisses run down the side of her neck that ran his long fangs through her fur. "Gods, Scylla..." he managed to groan between panting breaths, his paws gripping her hips and holding her steady as he both let himself chase away any conscious thought with pure pleasure and do his best to make Scylla feel as good as he did.

"Arcturus Indarra"

With permission given, Arcturus seemed to ease. He handled the small woman with big, manly paws. Ah, how she loved being molded, twisted, handled, used. It was an easy feat for the blonde brute to lift her diminutive frame and settle her atop him in just the right way. He replaced the emptiness within her and Scylla rolled her head back, allowing his paws to hold her weight as she became accustomed to the welcome intrusion. Lips parted and she released a long sigh of pleasure. This was what she needed.

They kissed here and there, though most of the time the pair were busy panting, growling, moaning and more. Arc's teeth found the side of her neck and Scylla's nimble digits wound in the fur of his chest, sharpened claws grazing his skin, but not enough to draw blood. She didn't know if he was into that. Maybe next time, if there was a next time.

The hips of the giant, maned man gyrated, lifting Scylla again and again. She rode expertly, her spine fluid as though he was some great steed beneath her. Not one to be a lazy or complacent lover, Scylla rolled her own hips to meet his, her pace increasing as the tension within her belly grew tighter and tighter. She could feel the change in him. The change in them both. The finish line to pleasure grew ever nearer and the Klein woman was determined to reach that line together.

"Scylla Klein"

He held on to every moment with Scylla as they moved together as one, everything else falling away and any possible coherent thought being chased from his mind. Every reaction he pulled from her only drove him on more and every fluid motion she fed back into their mating drew him closer and closer to that peak no matter how much he was trying to fend it off for a while longer. He didn't want this to end, but he could feel the tension climbing in them both with their panting and moaning filling the silence of the cellar. When he finally couldn't hold back any longer, he held them tightly together as his head fell back to rest against the wall with a growling groan, finding a relief and a pleasure that he didn't often receive.

The grip he had around her waist didn't begin to loosen until he was fully spent and he began to catch his breath and only then did he tip his gaze back down from the ceiling to look to Scylla again, having to blink his eyes several times to straighten out his vision. A lopsided grin that spoke to the cloud he was currently floating on pulled across his lips while he gazed down at her with a new appreciation and familiarity. His large paws traced across her hips and lower back while they recovered and came down from the high of it all. "I hope this isn't the only time you'll interrupt my work," he joked with an amused chuckle. He didn't want her to go and he didn't want this moment to end, but he got the sense that Scylla had gotten what she came for. That was the hard part about indulging in women like this, wasn't it? Having to let them go in the end.

"Arcturus Indarra"

The pair came crashing down together in a moment of unbridled ecstasy and soon were both spent. They lay there, regaining their breath, smiles on both of their faces. The words of the man brought a delicate laugh from the striped fae and she grinned, one brow raising. "You can guarantee it. What kind of leader would I be if I didn't check up on the well being of my wolves from time to time?" Cheeky minx that she was.

In time, Scylla slid from her perch upon the golden brutes lap. Her long tail flicked and she gave a delightful little stretch. "On a serious note," she began, standing erect once more, "I appreciate the work that you've done to fill the stores." One paw waved at the various bits of meat hanging about. "Keep up the good work." With that, Scylla moved towards the door, her long tail curling under the sabered brutes chin sweetly. It wouldn't be their last time together.

"Scylla"