C'est la vie
07-09-2014, 08:59 AM
His mind would wander, his eyes looking up through the trees. He yearned to turn into a bird and fly away, but life wasn't so simple. His rump sat on the blanketed grass just off the water by his den, admiring his surroundings in the moments he could. But his nose would fill with the scent of metallic, and his unsettled feeling would be masked with the charming smile his mate always knew. He would turn his head, showing to be happy to see her. He was, but he still couldn't wrap his head around everything he had ever done. He rose to his paws, following her to the den and eyeing the hare in her jaws. She dropped them inside, not too close to the mouth of the den but not too far in. And he would give her a loving eye, thanking her for the meal. As she munched on hers, he wouldn't take a bite of his until later. When she wasn't watching, or at least when he felt hungry. Her tongue would latch out a kiss to his cheek as he walked to her, a bit of blood grabbing at his fur. He looked at her with his compassionate grin for a bit before pouncing to her and nibbling at her neck, his body on top of her. He would teach himself how to mask his feeling, and he would start now. Walk "Talk" Think |