Isles

*Azalea* · 01-08-2014, 07:23 PM

The jungle was a place a of secrets. Shadows clung to everything and life was everywhere. Even now as she lay staring skyward she could see the trees above rustle as a pair of small monkeys ran through the trees as easily as she ran on land.

A sound came, kissing her left ear gently. Something moving on the side of her that was not sheltered by the Kapok. ?Azalea.? Her jaws parted, eyes widening and rolled over and onto her belly. Paws drew under her and she rose all in one clean movement. It was a level of agility and grace that she would have never reached in old Valhalla. Here everything challenged her, told her to become better. The jungle made her feel alive, despite her original discomfort with the move. She attributed any doubt to the puppies that had been barely beginning to wean when they had moved.

Her eyes found him with a hunger, sometime rising within her that she thought had died. "Sarak?" Was it really him? Her voice was hardly more than a whisper as she gawked at the sight before her. Ears were drawn back, eyes looking over the darkly mottled male. "Is it... is it really you?" She took slow steps forward, nose sniffing longing to pick up the scent of him and hold onto it tightly.

She needed to get a closer look. She needed to feel him, to take in his every little detail. And if this was a dream then what a sweet dream it was. Shuffling over to him the she-wolf smiled broadly, tail raising to wave slowly. This was not dream, no dream could master his looks so perfectly.

She glanced away a big slyly, realizing she had done maybe just way too much staring. "I would like to be the first to tell you that...damn you make the jungle look good." Her words were spoken as her mind wandered, body recalling how it felt to have their bodies mesh together as if one. She exhaled slowly, not ready for the fire that was burning up her legs and towards her core.

With that she would spring at him, jumping about him and yipping and yelping like an excited puppy. Her eyes latched onto the ugly scar that adorned his neck and she stopped, snapping into a tense stand. "You're hurt!" Her nose hovered over it, sniffing it for infection. It seemed healthy though from the way it was healing she guessed it had been infected before. At least it was closing up now, though she was certain the look of it would be enough to make Erani cringe. And scold him... "Where have you been? Did Glaciem take you? Why didn't you have that looked at, if you had it wouldn't look so... gross." Her words fell like a waterfall and she stopped herself with huff, then gathered herself. She took a couple steps back. She had yet to actually touch him.

"I had children... have children. They are sired by Isardis... Are you... okay with that?"

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