Find your comforts

She grinned and chuckled when he talked about his mother giving him the longest name - something she believed without a doubt. She thought about the names they had given their children and could at least take solace in the fact that they were at least easy to pronounce. Coming up with five names hadn't been easy, but she was happy with each and every one. She wondered if there was a reason or a meaning behind a name like Kaneonuskatew - and wondered what the rest of his siblings were named in comparison. "Kan-e-on-u-ska-tew," she repeated back as he sounded it out, slow and struggling to connect the syllables together with a laugh. "Well, at least it shortens nicely to Kane!" She hummed happily when he pressed a kiss to her lips, returning his grin with one of her own. "Kane it is then," she told him when he insisted the nickname would do just fine. Perhaps she'd have to give his full name a bit more practice just to be able to say it in case the occasion ever came up that she needed it and as a little personal challenge to herself.

She grinned up at him with happiness in her mint gaze, giggling softly as their tails entwined together and they fell into a comfortable silence while gazing at each other. She took in his handsome, strong features, his captivating hazel eyes, the scars that crossed his face and seemed to fit his features perfectly to accentuate them. If she was being honest, his looks came second to his kind, generous heart caught her attention first. His rugged appearance was simply a perk of this striking wolf that had so easily worked his way into her thoughts. Her smile widened with a shy flick of her ears when he complimented her, leaning into his touch when he brought a paw to her cheek to gently trace her scars. She loved the way he looked at her, the way he smiled, his complements making her heart flutter and skip in her chest. "Thank you," she whispered softly, turning her head just enough to give the ankle of the paw on her cheek a gentle kiss.

He gave them some options of how to keep their conversation and sharing going, which she appreciated since her own mind was already trying to take her back to the previous night they shared together instead. He brought her back to the present and kept her from claiming his muzzle in a kiss right away. She was genuinely enjoying getting to know more about him and learning more than just his body - though her desires were incredibly tempting. She was a bit conflicted about sharing her upbringing simply because it was never memories she enjoyed revisiting, but she wanted him to get to know her too. It was nice having their sharing be a two way street. "I'd love to hear more about your tribe. Why don't we can take turns sharing like we did last night? I like getting to know you." He let her paw rest over his foreleg, gently tracing back and forth over the scars that crossed it while she tried to think of something from her own life to tell him.

"Now... keep in mind that there's pretty much nothing of my upbringing that I still follow... but I don't mind sharing it either way," she told him, as if she really needed to give any of it that sort of clarification. "We weren't a formal pack the way that The Hallows is with ranks and designated roles and all of that, but we did have one wolf that was designated as the leader and he was supposed to be the guide and teacher of the religion they followed. I don't really remember or know much about the religion itself... I wasn't allowed out of the den much, even to go to sermons. My father didn't trust me to behave so he started keeping me away from everyone else as much as possible." She shrugged softly, giving a glance down at the many, many scars her father had left on her leg. She didn't dwell on it - Kane had already heard that part of her story.

"I do know that they more or less just started using that religion as an excuse to treat women the way they did. The teachings got contorted over the years. It changed from the men should protect the women to the men should own them. It changed from the women should focus on being mothers to that's all they are good for." She sighed, a frown pulling at her lips. "I'm glad I got out of there, even if it took my father nearly killing me to do it. I... I do think about the other women still trapped there sometimes. There were a few that fully bought into that kind of treatment, but most of us didn't. I don't know if I could even find my way back there at this point, but sometimes I think about what it would be like to go back and fight them out of there." It was a dream that would never come to fruition, a wish brought on by a survivor's guilt she didn't like to address, but it was part of her story all the same.

She pulled a smile back onto her lips and looked up at him again, already looking forward to hearing more about his tribe and the tales that would most certainly be brighter and more pleasant than hers. "Your turn."

Tamsyn Carpathius