Wait For Me

He looked up into the sky as a mournful song filled the air. He knew who it was, for he had never stopped thinking about her. Thaddeus Rogue could feel her pain and her longing, but he understood, he felt all those thing also. It was like the more time he spent away from Ayala the more he shifted into the background, becoming a ghost once again. She was the one thing that grounded him, made him real. Her song called to him, pushing his head into the sky, he let out a answering call, telling her he was on his way back to her, back home. He dropped his head, his ears perked, listening to her voice.

Rogue looked back at the other Glaciem wolves, watching them hale the muskoxen back home, finally. It was not a hard hunt, just a long one, they found the heard after a day of travel, and then brought it down a day after. But most of this time was spent dragging the dang thing through the snow and ice, and frankly that was chaffing his nerves. He well could not leave the other wolves to drag the thing back by them self, He helped as much as he could. But now, after hearing her lonely voice laced with desire he could not wait, he turned then making eye contact with the Cifer, who gave Rogue a knowing smile and then nodded. With that Thaddeus raced off, leaving the hunting party and meat behind.

He made great time, sprinting most of the way, and hell he had been only a few miles away to began with, now he was nearing the dens his nose working over time, searching for that addictive scent that he seems to be deprived of. He turned the corner then and skirted to a stop, she stood there, his Ayala. She was lovely bit, which still stuck him as strange for the mere fact that he was also black and white, but on her it looked beautiful. "Ayala." He started to move forward again, but stopped abruptly, sniffing the air more deeply. Her scent was different, it was calling to him, pulling him closer; he knew that smell, but could she? He moved to her then with purpose, and shoved his nose into the scruff her he neck breathing the alluring scent, he knew what was happening to her, it called to him; But he had to fight it, she may not be ready, she may not want what he wanted to give her, a family. "Ah, Ayala have you been suffering; and I, a terrible mate to leave you." He pressed his nose deeper into her fur, fighting the urge, fighting the call to mate.