She Wants To Dance Like Uma Thurman
01-16-2018, 02:59 AM
Adjusting to life in a pack had seemed like it would be extremely difficult before she'd actually joined. Now as she was snuggled up in the depths of a mound of pelts, body contorted into a sleeping position that should not be comfortable, the woman couldn't understand why she'd been so iffy about it in the past. A soft huff of air escaped her lungs as she lounged about. Sure, she couldn't run from Auster to Boreas and back again all the time on a whim. Whatever. Being tied to specific territories had yet to become boring. She was usually too busy being distracting when Dragon wanted to accomplish things. That or exploring the lands just outside Talis and wreaking havoc out there so she didn't frustrate the wolves she actually had to live with. All in all things were good. Lately she found it harder to leave the territories though. Now that Dragon's sight was entirely gone she wanted to be around just in case he might need her. When he called her name from further across the mattress Iskra sleepily lifted her head and yawned a lion's roar of a yawn. Stretching and untangling limbs that were all over the place this morning, she pulled herself closer to him, positioning her body so she could lay her chin on his back and let her eyes slide half shut as she mumbled, "Riiight here. Did you-" she was cut off abruptly by another large yawn which silenced her a few moments until at last she could continue, "sleep okay?" Stretching out a hind leg, she pushed herself closer so she could press herself against his side and snuggle into his warm fur, burying her face and breathing in his scent contentedly. Eventually she was able to prop herself up, but only long enough to crawl around so she could plant several kisses on his cheek and then nibble at his left ear gently. For a bit the starry red woman thought about trying to drag him closer in the hopes of convincing the man that staying put sounded waay better than leaving the comfort of the bed. It was that still small - but continually growing, much to her dismay - voice which made a habit of telling her to do the responsible thing which eventually won her over. Scooting back slightly, she asked, "What do you want to do today?"
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