Rainy days; Pack weather plot!

Fangs pierced her scruff and for a moment she would struggle. The current jerked her, pain shooting across her neck. Legs would scramble, trying to find traction before finally gaining a grip on the fallen tree. Claws would dig into wet bark, muscles bunching as she pulled herself with the help of Cru. Nails would scrape, limbs flailing before she finally hung limply across the log. Her sides heave with exertion as she cough up from some water. Lifting her head, she would peer up at Cru, a sheepish grin causing her lips to twitch. She would remain silent as she rose, water dripping from her soaking pelt. Her wet fur clung to her, accentuating every curve, including the swell of her belly.

Rain continued to pound down on them, the wind whipping around them. The storm was not relenting anytime soon, she would follow him back to the caves silently. There was no doubt in her mind that he would take notice of her...different shape. She would walk beside him, mud coating her paws and legs. She would keep him to her left, and remain pressed against his side until they reached the caves. Slipping inside, she would first check on the wolves that had joined them before venturing off to a quiet and much more private alcove. The thunder and lightning was muted, leaving on the soft sounds of their breathing to be heard.

-exit to private thread-

"Speech"
'thoughts'