I'm still yearning for your touch

She could feel the change in him, feeling his muscles slowly start to relax as the rage slipped away with her simple touch. It was a rarity that she gave him a gentle soothing touch so it was no wonder why it worked so well. Lids hid his ocean blue eyes as he spoke, explaining what had happened. Fucking horse.. Brows shot up in disbelief. Perhaps he had gotten knocked on the head? Ate something? What in the hell was he talking about? A horse? Really? "A horse?" It was the only thing that stood out to her. It wasn't much of a surprise that the womans pack came to her aid, for some reason packs watched out for each other. Surely he knew that, after all they did grow up in a pack.

When his eyes opened again, his fury was renewed. He wanted blood. That bitches blood. He wouldn't let her go, he'd hunt her down again, taking what was stolen from him. All in time. Jaws parted, lightly grabbing the skin on the side of neck, pulling him down with her as she laid herself across the soft grass once more. Whether he admitted it or not, he had an injury, she would care for him for the night, then wake up in the morning a cold hearted bitch again. He was the only one that ever saw the softer side of her that was buried so deep within that only he could find it, he only ever found it when he least expected it.

Resting her head on her paws, she fell silent, gaze staring at nothing in particular. She would run her mouth later, tease him when his wounded pride wasn't so fresh. Lungs expanded, taking in their max amount of oxygen before exhaling it deeply. Thoughts mulled over this white bitch? She could be fun. A victim? Falling prey to her and Demyan's ways. They hadn't killed together in so long, perferring solitude in their hunts, but there was always a certain edge to hunting together. One that turned her on to no end. Tail swayed idly, flattening the grass and eventually thumping her brother softly as her mind plotted. The packs scent had already ingrained itself in her head, now all she had to do was find it. Gaze slid sideways to catch a glimpse of her brother, waiting for his temper to cool.

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