I'm Not Gonna Write You a Love Song

*Song* · 06-05-2013, 09:14 PM

Words were not needed as she could feel the other wolf push closer to her, matching her own movements. It felt so good to have his warmth to share, no she could fend for herself. But that didn't mean she didn't want it. She enjoyed the butterflies that were welling up in her gut, she enjoyed the sweet scent that wafted off of his pelt, and she especially enjoyed him. She couldn't help the smile that found its way to her maw, how could someone she had just met cause her so much joy? Had she not been so preoccupied with everyday life she could have stood there with him for hours. Alas, her stomach was too empty for that.
Abdomen protesting at her wishes reminded her again that it was time to eat. Reluctantly she pulled away from Cherokee to start thinking about a hunt. Her face full of smile she initiated communication, "I'm sorry that I am so needy." She let her tail wag a bit, "What should we think about for breakfast?" It was time to switch from thoughts of comfort to thoughts of the hunt. She had always been a good hunter, one lesson she enjoyed taking from her mother.
As her mentality switched it was like her whole body became tense and ready to go. Her senses seemed to heighten as she let herself become less aware of her feelings and more aware of her surroundings. In the early morning hours there was bound to be something out ready to be harvested.

"talking"

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