The Beginnings of a Choir

*Surreal* · 09-20-2014, 11:15 PM

Surreal

She grinned as she watched his face, while the thoughts whirled in his head, and then fell into registry of what she?d said. Her grin matched his; an expression of interminable joy. His embrace was returned by her wriggling one, her nose burying in his scruff as a soft laugh echoed his. ?Yes! Children. Oh Falk.? Another laugh bubbled from her throat as he buried her face in kisses, her own tongue lashing out to catch his face a time or two.

She could practically read his mind from his face. The pride, and that faintest hint of worry. Truly, she?d had that thought herself. ?You will be a wonderful father. They will learn honor and courage, and strength. They will never want for love or protection.? And she truly believed what she spoke to him. With all her heart. She just hoped she could be as great a mother as her own had been. She didn?t think she would ever know a wolf more kind and caring than Erani. Erani, who was willing to adopt an Armada whose own father disowned him and threatened his life.

When Falk made his request about marriage, her heart soared. According to her mother, ?marriage? was something that Erani hadn?t quite grown up with. Back in Calarada, and Redwood Pack, the joining of two wolves had been called, quite simply, a mating ceremony. Her tail swept the ground, the air, and the ground again, as her rear waggled, her own particular brand of joyous action. ?Of course. Mother approves of you a great deal. You?ve made a good impression. I think a Mating Ceremony will do her good. She feels she failed Valhalla in losing to the bitch who only wanted to toss it to someone else?? She pressed her head against his cheek. ?And I want them to be just like you. Kind, gentle, and wonderful.?

And that?s when she felt the sensation of being watched. Both ears flicked back, before she whirled with the poise of a dancer, coming to rest squared between whomever had encroached on their moment, and Falk, squarely set to defend her mate from whoever it was. She wasn?t heartened to see the familiar face; albeit the face was missing an eye, and gained a few scars. Her own eyes narrowed guardedly. She was pretty good at reading expressions, and this female, who had been at the Challenge in support of Viridiana, looked almost stricken, her one eye on Falk. ?Falk?? It would be his word that settled whether she attacked to defend, or stepped back and tried to forge a new bridge. Funny how fast your emotions could flick from love to anger in the blink of an eye when you were pregnant?

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