Space to Run

Bane licked away the pinpricks of blood on his fur, a smile surfacing as Tahlia's muzzle rubbed behind an ear. A content rumble echoed in his chest from her showing of affection, the elder wolf laying in the snow with his eyes half-lidding in satisfaction. He had a mate. He had pups. He had his own little corner in the world carved out for him and his family. Life was good now, the gentle swooshing of air through the trees in the mountain forest, the squeals and yips of pups playing in the snow for the first time. Bane heard Jakart call Nako a dire wolf and let out a laugh as the Seracian jester struggling to his paws and faced Tahlia, the snow feeling cool through his fur as he lay his back. A lazy pawing was given to his mate's cheeks and chest, Bane lifting his head to caress her throat with his tongue. A pup was felt touching his tail and Bane looked down his side to see Jakart nursing, the young lupine pawing her stomach to stimulate milk flow. "I love you Tahlia... we made it... we made it." Bane said with a relaxed gasp.