Space to Run

Tahlia took a set of steps up to him and licked his cheek, the fur tingling from the gesture as well as the nuzzle. A nice set of love touches, Bane humming in pleasant satisfaction. The elder wolf didn't quite answer his mates question right before he went to hunt, an answer being pieced together as realization upon realization dawned upon him, and it was only after his mate began to feed that he addressed it. "I, I think your right." Bane sadly looked down from where he sat as his mate munched a lemming, the sudden realization that he'd been selling himself short ability-wise a few times when talking to Tahlia. Such as when attempting to get her pregnant, a remark about his age and potency had been given. "I've been doubting myself a lot these days... where would I be without you? Probably breaking more rules, getting impaled on branches and wandering aplenty outside of Seracia. But no, without you we probably never would have had our two... well that and you were receptive for about a fortnights time didn't help either."

When his mate had finished her gerbil, leaving nothing but a stain of blood on the snow and what looked like the skull to return to the earth, Bane adjusting himself as he leaned over to rub his mates back with a foreleg. "Hopefully in a couple of months... hungry things... and by that almost all the time." Bane hushed into an ear and contemplated what she had said about the lake.. "That sounds like a wonderful day trip." He placed his head on top of hers and contemplated what to do for the rest of the time while their pups were sleeping. "Any ideas of what were going to do now? Bane rumbled suggestively into her ear before taking it in his jaws and giving it the smallest of chewing motions as a massage while he awaited her answer.