Along Shores of Gold

Alpine would curl his body about Twigs, feeling the warmth and heat and form of her. Could feel the tight swell of her belly that spoke of new life, and also the softness of her coat and the familiarity of her curves. They belonged together now, in every way a wolf could belong to another. He was her protector, guardian, companion, friend, husband, father of her children and her lover, he was everything she wanted and needed and would do all in his power to ensure that it was so.



He too worried about the lack of healers, but he would push that aside for another day, he would travel around in a day or so to see if he could find any who had even a rudimentary understanding of childbirth. But in the meantime he had attention only for her. so he would curl about her form, ensuring she was well feed and warm and swept up in his arms. He would rumble a soft sound of contentment through his throat as he drew her closer and whispered soft lullabies into her ear, as he sang her to sleep.



?I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry?


?And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide...?


"Speech"