Solstice had fallen quite of late and the Alpha boy suddenly found himself with more time on his hands then he had imagined. He would find himself travelling to the lake on the edge of his territory, one of his favourite spots with the beautiful water and the softly gurgling stream that connected to it. He had brought Motif to the pack the day before and had high hopes that the warrior training may begin soon, certainly that might help encourage wolves to participate more within the pack. Perhaps he ought to call another meeting.. he hated to think the wolves he had welcomed into Solstice had vanished on him without a word.



The boy would seat himself at the edge of the lake, with his tail curving about him to dip the slight tip into the cool liquid. It was spring in Alacritis, an energetic time of the year, filled with new life or what would soon be so. He hadn't really thought of children before, but he suppose Spring was the time of year it would come to mind, if it ever did.

Things had been quiet. Too quiet. The pack had fallen into a lull that she didn't particularly care for. Perhaps she could call a meeting of sorts, or training. Russet limbs would carry her through the territory, ideas filling her mind. Nostrils would quiver, picking up the tantalizingly familiar of Cru. She would smile, pressing her paws into the ground to make her steps quieter. Her movements would slow as she reached the end of the forest. Her bodice would lower, a sly grin pulling at scarred lipS, she would creep forward as he stood at the waters edge. Her tail would twitch back and forth, mischief dancing in her eyes. She would creep forward until several feet stood between them. She would shoot forward, attempting collide with his backside and send him tumbling into the water. Laughter would bubble in her throat whether or not she was successful, as she bound away from him, paws having dug into the ground to keep her from following him into the water. Her tail would wag furiously as she came to stand at the waters edge. "Hello." Lyrics rolled smoothly from her tongue, tones soft and easy, flowing like silk. Speech,

The boy enjoyed the quite of the moment, there was a peace to the sound of the soft gurgling of the stream and the quite lapping of the moving water. He was truly starting to love these lands, even if they where becoming quieter then he would like. He would half drifting of to sleep when there came a very sudden, and very determined weight to his rump. With a single cry the boy would slide forward and plummet head first into the water he had just earlier been admiring. With his paws having laid dipped against the surface he had no traction or power to stop the sudden push against him. He would come up spluttering a moment later and tossing his head, looking at Sib whos paws duck into the earth by the bank to keep her on the dry side before she came a few steps closer to the bank. She would greet him then, a single, innocent word. The boys reply would be to growl and swipe at the woman's legs in an attempt to drag her in after him. ?No respect for the Alpha he was muttering under his breath, but there was a dancing to his eyes that told her he was jesting. "Speech"

Amusement quivered her behemoth frame as laughter burst from her lips. He had successfully tumbled head first into the water with a startled cry. She would remain standing as he surfaced, turning to face her. Despite his grumbles words, she could see the amusement on his face. He would swipe at her legs, successfully swiping them out from under her. Eyes would widen is surprise as she tumbled head first into the water as his feet. Giggling, she would choke out water, legs scrambling to lift herself out if the water. When she did, water dropped from her pelt, a wicked grin still playing on her lips. "No respect for your Queen." Words would tease him lightly, a paw lifting to splash water In his direction. The tip of her tail absorbed water, her wagging appendage disturbing the cool waters. There was no denying her amusement or her pleasure for being in his preside once more. It always felt like an eternity when she was away from him, a secret she had not voiced to anyone but herself. Speech,

At least the water was warmth against his coat, and potentially even pleasant if it wasn't for the startling way he had found himself inside it. He would shake out his head and his paws would sometimes touch the shallower parts of the water and at other points would be gently kicking beneath him. He kept himself gently paddling by the bank where he had fallen and as Sibelle came tumbling in after would keep himself also at her side. She came shooting up as much the same way he did, but her grin was wide and wicked, shadowing the the mock expression of annoyance that he had worn. He couldn't help but grin impishly at her as she told him much the same as he had said. He drew himself up and gave an extravagant bow by lowering his body and dipping his crown to the waters edge. ?Why, my queen, I have nothing but!? he said, a wicked grin already upon his maw before he shot forward in the attempt to create a wave to wash over her, he would also move to bring himself closer to her, grinning at her form. "Speech"

He would grin, mischief dancing across his face. A bow would lower him, laughter bubbling again in her throat. She would scoff at his words, rolling her eyes with mock disbelief. Before she would response, he was rushing forward, sending a wave of water crashing over her. Legs would flail in an attempt to get her out of the way but to no avail. Water crashed down over her, earning him a cry of surprise. She would back out of the water leading them both to shore as he attempted to close the distance between them. Once on dry land, she would shake the excess water from her pelt, sending out a shower of little droplets. Her tail would flick away water before curling at her hocks. A smirk played on her lips as she met his lavender gaze. "You are awful." Words were soft and teasing, lined with wicked amusement. Water continued to drip from her pelt, though with the warm weather it would dry in no time. Standing at the waters edge, she would wait for him to catch up, and stand beside her. A nervous excitement settled in her belly now that she was once again in his presence, though it didnt cross her features once. The russet Queen had yet to voice any of her feelings to anyone, unsure of whether she was right or wrong in how she felt after everything that happened. It was an internal war that waged constantly within the confines of her chest, ready to be ended at any moment, but she wasn't sure that it was ever going to be released, if she was cursed to forever dwell in her hidden feelings. Speech,

His attack upon Sibele would be succeful and his reward would be the cry of suprise that ensued from her lips. His rush of water had also brought him much closer to her then had had realised it would. Before he could think upon their sudden closeness she would be pushing herself away and onto the bank. For the faintest moment a shudder of regret would pass over him and he was forced to push the feeling away before following her onto dry land. As he followed her he would find himself crying out, laughing, and ducking from the spray she shook his way. He would follow suit with a smirk, shaking his coat out and hoping a few droplets landed her way. ?I know? he replied cheekily as she told him he was awful, something was cursing through his veins now, brining out a side of him that wanted to play, that wanted to tackle her to the ground and.. and perhaps that thought should stop there. He found himself moving closer to her through, bringing himself to her side and brushing his tail across her flank, the movement almost accident on his part and another shiver would run through his body. She stood there, with water dripping loose from her coat, and her eyes alive from the moment of their play. She looked utterly amazing, glossy in the sunlight and he craved her from ears and tail, from heart to soul. "Speech"

He would follow, only to jump away with a cry as she showed him in water droplets. A soft giggle would rattle her sides as she grinned sheepishly at him. He would do the same, showering in droplets, earning him a feigned disgruntled look. He would agree cheekily, moving closer to her side. For a moment, she said nothing, his presence surprisingly close, his plume brushing against her flank. She didn't know if the touch was intentional or not, but it sent a flash of heat through her entire body. The desire that curled in her belly was something she knew she shouldn't feel. They were leaders of a pack, they weren't mates, they had responsibilities, a business relationship of sorts. They couldn't, they shouldn't. But she wanted to. With a bold step would press against his side, tucking her crown under his chin briefly. Eyes would flutter close for the briefest of second before she pulled away, peering up at him curiously. She had no words to say, she didn't know what to say. Her tail would sway idly, occasionally bumping against his leg. She would step away, opening a space between them that felt immense. A coy smile curled her lips, she didn't move away other than to put about a foot between them. Mischief danced across her features, her tail wagging slowly. No words were spoken, using her expression and body instead to convey her message to him. Desire had started in her belly and spread through her body, setting her skin on fire, soothed only by his touch. Speech,

Sibelle, a beauty stepped from sweetest dreams would answer the light brush of his tail with a step into his side. She was fully touching his fur now, and heat cursed through him, loud and demanding with each breath they took together. Her crown would tuck beneath his own and his breath would flutter from him a gentle, pleasant sigh at the sweet gesture on her part. She would pull away and he would watch her with even stronger regret then before. She would look up at him, her expression curious and he felt that perhaps there was even a question their, in the set of her jaw and the confusion in her eyes.



Her tail, in an almost innocent gesture would sweep a light beat against his leg. He would find his eyes watching the movement for a while, until she stepped yet further away from him. There was something to her expression now, something growing. It was that smile that sprung when she made her movements away from him that told him he was playing with him. His tail would sway idly behind him and he would tilt her head, watching her stillness, her body language that told him she was waiting for something. He would step forward then, towards her, perhaps even following her if she moved away from him. He would move until he would bring his tail up, and flick it against her belly. He would leave it there a moment before dragging it down her back and tickling it against her rump. The entire time he did so he watched her expression, her eyes. His expression was a curving of his lips, a partial smile and a watchfulness to his eyes. Inside his head was hammering a tune in his chest, and his blood was rising until his body felt hot from head to toe.

She could feel him watching her, as though he was scrutinizing her expression. She would only return his gaze evenly, slowly seeing the realization cross his face. He would move closer until his tail ran across her belly. A shiver would travel down her spine as his tail left a hot trail down her back to her rump. Her expression would darken with barely controlled desire as lips curled to match his own smirk. Worry fell away and she let her body take over. Jaws would unhinge as she leaned towards him, trailing delicate nips up his neck to his throat. Her heart would skip a beat before kicking into overdrive. Heat filled her veins as her movements became bold and needy. There was no holding back any longer, nor did she want to. She knew exactly what she wanted, who she wanted. Her brain attempted to stir doubt within her but she refused, blocking out all thoughts. Again she remained silent, though his name sat at the tip of her tongue, just waiting to be spoken. But could she? Leaning into his touch, satisfaction settled deep in her belly. There was no other place she would rather be than beside him or wrapped in his embrace. With her nose so close to his flesh, she would inhale his intoxicating scent, reveling in the heady scent that sent her into her own personal chaos.

He would watch every motion, every expression that passed her face, waiting for a single one that might tell him to stop. He had already almost lost her once before and was unwilling to risk doing so again. There was a blossom of hope in his chest, the one that said she might not push him away, might want this as he did. Her lips would curl upwards in a beautiful encouragement and no words passed her lips, and no anger darkened her expression. His tail would reach the end of its trail and fall down again to wave gently behind him. She would return the gestures now with ones of her own, moving forward and nipping gently at him, before leaning in towards him. A thrum would leave his throat as a happy sigh as he leaned his weight closer to her as well, enjoying the closeness, the silent promise that all this held. He would nuzzle against her cheek, her muzzle, then her neck, burying his head there to breath in the intoxication of her before leaving a love bite of his own. Still leaning against her he would move his head upwards once more to meet her eyes, to take in the deep gaze there in search of the promise he so wanted. ?Sibelle? he whispered, one side of his lips curled high then the other as he spoke. ?My queen? "Speech"

He would lean into her touch, and she loved it. He would nuzzle her muzzle, cheek and then her neck, burying his face into her fur. Her own content sigh would roll off her tongue as his nip would send a shiver down her spine. Her name rolled off his tongue softly, causing her to peer up at him through thick lashes. One side of his mouth curled higher than the other, a soft sentiment following. Her lips would twitch in a faint smile. "My King." Words fell like silk from her imperfect lips in a soft coo. Her body longed for his touch and her heart longed for his love. Lust filled her gaze and swelled in her veins. She felt as though she was about to explode if she had to wait any longer. Curling her tail, the fluffy appendage would brush against his belly in a feather light touch. Emotions and wanton need had her nearly bursting at the seams. There was so much of him she wanted, yet she wasn't sure she could have it all. Her mind clouded and turned fuzzy, unable to focus on anything but him. He was the object of her desire, the one that was constantly on her mind when they were apart, the one who had crawled into her life unknowingly and created a place for himself to stay forever. Questions hung on her lips but were never spoken for fear of rejection. She didn't want to ruin this moment, she wanted to this moment to last forever. She didn't want to let go of this feeling of pure desire and contentment, it curled her toes and sat heavy in her belly before slowly setting her veins on fire. Speech,

He wanted her, his queen, his companion and most trusted friend. He wanted all of her, her beautiful body her quick mindz her presence by his side. He knew the lust he felt now was all a part if that desire, and well his mind wanted her his body could only translate it to lust. He was curling himself about her, drawing the two closer together. His tail about her backside, his body oartm entwined about her, as a paw drew her head closer to his chest where she might hear the hammering of his heart. He wanted to take her then and there, but he knew that never again could he take her for advantage. "is this what you want?" he whispered, his voice husky and full, did she want him? And not for just thos one time, would she want him forever?



His tail would flex and loosen against her back as he asked his question and his eyes would be large and lustful, looking down to meet her own soft orbs. Could she see the unspoken parts of his question? Could see the always he wanted, smothering on his deep orbs?


"Speech"
'thoughts'

She felt as though she was about to explode. Emotion and desire coursed through her veins like wild fire. He pulled her in closer so that she was pressed against his chest. The sound of his heart hammered in her head, the life giving organ thundering rapidly against his rib cage. His husky words rattled her to her core. "Yes." Breathless words left her russet maw. "I wantyou." Her sentiment was loaded with meaning. She was more than just this moment, then just his body. She wanted everything about him. A weight lifted off her shoulders as she finally said it. Finally got it off her chest. Leaning back, she would peer up at him. Lavender orbs were wide with unspoken words. For a moment she allowed herself to hope. Did he really feel the same? She could see his written all over his face and she could only hope that he saw the same. She didn't want to lose him, she didn't ever want to let him go. She wanted nothing to stand between them. Speech,

All he could feel and taste was her, all of his senses where overwhelmed by everything about her, the aromic scent of desire, to the sound of her heart beat and that of her breath. Her touch against him was electric and alive. It was hard to think, to breath, to bring himself back to himself long enough to ask her if this was what she wanted. Her answer was enough, he lost himself fully in her, in drawing her closer and moving his muzzle against her neck in sweet kisses. She leaned back then, pulling away from his softly and leaving him to pant and take in her beauty without touching it. Burt what he saw in her, sitting there before him made him want her more than any desire, on her face he thought he might possibly see love. He brought himself closer to her again, rubbing the side of his face against the length of her, moving his whole body into it as he moved downwards, rubbing his head and shoulders and back against her coat until he was at her rump, then he circled her, pawing gently at the backside before him. If he heard no protest he would nuzzle against it and move forward, over it, covering her and claiming her, this sweet beauty.
- fade


"Speech"
'thoughts'

No more words would be spoken. His touch would trail down her body with tantalizing slowness. She ached for more, but she wouldn't have to wait much longer. She didn't protest his movements, didn't protest his touch. And her silence would be rewarded. He would rise up before blanketing her with his warmth. His belly would press down along her back, limbs wrapping around her hips. He would send them both into a world of uncontrollable pleasure with sac thrust. Eyes would flutter close as her body responded to his touch. Pleasure swarmed her body in a frenzy before she finally lost herself. Her heart thundered in her chest with a mix of adrenaline and a rush of emotion. He slowly rocked her over the edge into an irrevocable emotion that flooded her chest and permanently tattooed itself on her heart. -fade- Speech,