Found You

Walk | Talk | Think

Apparently her grab for the flower had not been made sneakily enough. Her jaws shut with an audible little click and nothing to show for her efforts as Jakart turned his head out of the way, drawing his flower just out of her reach. Staring at him more pointedly, Callistio could not help but wonder why it was so important. It was just a river flower with a pretty scent. It was no rare herb that could cure practically anything or possessed one specific purpose that was hard to come by. But it seemed important enough for him to shelter it from her reach, important enough for him to quickly rise to his feet and practically leaped away with that soft growl that she was ready to take as a challenge. Was that what would happen now, a game of keeping away the flower from her? Her tail swayed and a daring glint entered her typically demure gaze, ready to fall into pursuit if it came to it.

But she had misread the grey wolf’s reaction. Perhaps he had only been restraining himself so he did not act too soon, but her attempted grab for the flower seemed to unleash his pent up action and at last allowed her to get a decent reaction out of him. Still gently carrying the silly flower between his teeth, he approached her, and her eyes followed his purposeful stride as he came around behind her. Against her will, Calli felt a little nervous twist in her stomach. She knew her scent had to be fairly strong at this point, but they had a way about things that had already been established. He had tried that more traditional route once before, she recalled, with no success, and just the thought of the repeated events made her uneasy. Her smooth brow puckered slightly at its center as she glanced over one shoulder and shifted slightly in place, half tempted to step away but still unsure if she was only misreading him again.

She realized soon enough she had read right. With his forepaws reaching for her, rising onto his hind legs, Callisto felt his weight settle in across her back and his paws draw her backwards a step until she fit nicely under the curve of his abdomen. Her own breath hitched as she was pulled back into place and her legs went anxiously rigid. Only absently did her ear twitch as the flower was placed behind it, and they both pinned out of nervousness and a need to hear him more closely. The majority of her attention was currently panicking over the position she now found herself in, the suddenness and unexpectedness of it as well as the dreaded memory it was attached to. "Jak?" His name was spoken with breathless worry, quickly trying to wrap her mind around what was happening. She must have stirred his desire too far, however, because there was no pause, only another soft growl as he began.

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