Lesson Learned

A kiss was placed on the side of Callisto's jaw, again, his nips and nuzzle having not ceased even during their stolen moment together. Instinct and a touch of desire had thrown all plans away and tossed the two wolves into each other's embraces. So unexpected yet somehow so needed between the two of them. This arrangement during Callisto's season had at first been a simple task of alleviating the symptoms and helping his friend be free of any urges for a time. And yet another special moment they both partook in cleared their heads of desire. A gentle nip against the grey cheek of his once mate, foreleg tightening and drawing her closer against him. Maybe he had also needed this one instance. Maybe it could be about helping both of them now instead of just getting Callisto to think clearly. Obviously the season wasn't over yet and that meant more stolen moments, more times to see what worked for their strange relationship. Jakart let his paw gently rove up and down across the dark fur of her chest, thinking. Scent had been a powerful thing, one that he would ask that she should dull with herbs or something. Later he could inquire when they were done basking in the hidden nook of the autumn foliage outside her den. For now Jakart would rest and keep an ear ready to hear if anything was on Callisto's mind.