Wicked Game

Widened paws would carve the path for Tahlia to follow him down the mountainside and to a place of solitude. A thick copse of trees or a surrounding of bushes would do. Thick flakes slowly drizzled down between the the trees, a pile of powder causing a branch to give way somewhere off to his right caused his ears to flick. It was only the fact that this was how he knew to truly love a mate besides a lick or a nuzzle. Would Tahlia eventually get tired of laying for him? Bane's shouldered past a bush and glanced back at Tahlia, catching himself as he almost ran into the cliff side just below the slope near the territories lake. His tail would curl around his leg and a relaxed sigh rasped passed his muzzle.

"Yes it is. Or close to that time." Bane started as he tilted his head to eye Tahlia and the half circle of bushes that hid them. "I want you for this day. I want a time to ourselves and get away from pack life. With our responsibilities of hunting and being busy during the day and such. Not a lot of time to be with one another..." The pale wolf remained hopeful even as he continued to ramble his explanation. The tip of his muzzle brushed up against her cheek. "Some time to ourselves before the rest of the pack wakes." Bane whispered, a gentle kiss being place over Tahlia's milky eye, turning it into a trailing lick that traveled over her forehead. Bane tucked his chin against his chest. "I've noticed you've seemed down lately." The wolf leaned his head forward to place a kiss on his mates lips. "I just want to say that I still find you beautiful." The old wolf rumbled with a tender smile.