*�.�ღ Hallelujah ღ�.�*

Mahniya huffed. Granted it was a quiet, barely audible sound, the rest of the pack was sound asleep, snoring softly in the respectable cave that had become merely the den. They slept together, a true family, a solid unit, Mahniya had spent the better part of the last year in this cavern and yet... she couldn't sleep. Her body was exhausted, broken down from the days labor, hunting in the snow with winter approaching fast wasn't easy... she should have collapsed in a huff and passed out. Mahniya was a sinewy dame and the blizzard coupled with the thick snow made dragging dinner home quite the episode. No one complained, in fact most of them laughed and joked, talking about days gone by. Mahniya mainly kept to herself but on occasion would throw in a comment here or there. Nothing substantial and she was easily lost amidst the noise once more. The woman would huff once more. So why couldn't she sleep?

Giving up, her head would lift, gazing out into the blinding blizzard of white, at night the storms only grew more violent, walks usually cleared her head but vanishing into that storm would be suicidal. She had no desire to die, especially not now. The woman's gaze would shift instinctively to her... mate. That word still rolled from her tongue like a lovers caress leaving her in a state of awe and wonder. It was shocking to her that anyone had looked at her twice, she tried to make herself invisible, thats how she had been raised, she was a slave... but Rogue had always seen her, Rogue had always found her. A fond smile drifted across her mouth as she watched the steady rise and fall of his chest he was sprawled haphazardly, limbs stretched out as he lay on his right side. He was gorgeous and God only knew why he had picked her.

The smile would fall from her maw. The rest of the pack had not been told of their marriage, and perhaps in this desperate time of grieving it was for the best... but they were mates and what was she doing on the opposite side of the cavern? Grunting, she pulled her sore limbs beneath her and as quietly as she could, she navigated through the slumbering masses and reached her Rogue. For a moment she took the time to merely study his form, so lost in how such a creature could chose her. With a smile, she would lower her front end, using her nose to nudge up his front forelimb. She crawled beneath the appendage, until it lay across her shoulders. She turned to face him, tucking her own legs into her body so she could press against the length of his torso, listening to the steady drum of his heart as she nuzzled her maw into the side of his neck, breathing in the heady scent she had come to love. With a small smile painting itself across her maw, she would relax. In his embrace, she had found her peace.



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