"Thank you, Irilyth," she told her long-time caretaker and healer with a smile as she went to pick up the contraceptives and herbs that were provided for her and turned to leave the healing den. The slight nip and chill in the breeze told her that fall would be knocking at their door any day now and she knew well now that would bring the beginning of her heat season along with it. Already she was starting to feel those first lingering effects of it, but she at least knew better what to expect this time around. Now that she and Saracyn were mated she knew she had to make her precautions early. Still, as she made the short walk from the healing den to where her and Saracyn had made their home there was a part of her that longed for them to be able to act as any normal soul mated Mendaciums and start immediately trying for the pups that were so important to their family's beliefs. She knew that they were already treading on thin ice with their laws as it was and knew the risks that could come with doing what she longed for, but that didn't stop the forbidden wish from lingering at the back of her mind.

Stepping into the main chamber of their den, she found it empty. It wasn't surprising given that it was still the middle of the day and Saracyn was bound to still be out hunting, patrolling, or the like. It was probably for the best that he wasn't here as she went to the portion of the den that held their supplies and food and she began to put away the majority of what Irilyth had given her and portioning out a dose for today. She was undoubtedly the logical and analytical one of their relationship and she knew what Saracyn's stance on all of this would be and she didn't want him to be able to sway her or pluck her heartstrings that he was able to play like a masterful magician. Ava sighed softly before drinking the medicine that had been made for her, the slightly sweetened but still slightly herbal and bitter taste coating her tongue. It was all worth it for the undying love she had for her sweet Sara, but that couldn't fully stop the slight ache and longing she felt. Deciding to put it out of her mind, she walked away from the rows of shelving and instead went into her workshop to put some work in on a few of her projects that had fallen to the way side in the days and weeks since she became Matriarch. They were always a good distraction and kept her paws busy.

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Saracyn hefted the bundle of fresh mink furs up the mountain path towards the den cave he shared with Avacyn, the pelts recently dried and ready to be spread out across their bed. With the autumn weather swiftly rolling in in the form of chilly winds and cooler nights, Sara had taken to starting the winterizing preparations of their home early. He had taken to his role as Ava's mate with great dedication and seriousness, making sure the new Matriarch was always tended to and cared for, her every wish and need and desire fulfilled and satiated to the best of his abilities, and while he didn't doubt his ability to keep her warm during these colder nights, having a fresh bed of warm, soft furs to get tangled up in his true love with was always a nice treat. As Commander and Avacyn's husband, Saracyn had found a whole new kind of purpose and direction in his life. There wasn't a single regret the crimson brute had, and it reflected in his unusually chipper mood in the weeks that followed their soul mating.

Approaching the den and stepping over the familiar threshold, the first thing Saracyn noticed was the freshness of Avacyn's scent inside. His sister must have been home, or had stopped by recently. A little smile tugged at his lips while he made his way to their bedchambers, unpacking and spreading the mink pelts out across their expansive bedding to add to the plushness of the pile. Once satisfied with his additions, Sara turned and headed back out to the common area, following his nose on the trail of Ava's scent until he had tracked her to her workshop. Being the natural hunter he was, Sara was able to walk almost silently into the workshop behind her, a roguish smirk playing on his lips. When he was within striking distance, the crimson brute slunk forward until he could reach strong forelegs forward and wrap them around her sides. Saracyn pulled Ava back against his chest and belly, holding her tight against his form while he immediately set to nuzzling his snout into the side of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent while large paws slid and roamed over her taut belly and slim waist. "What're you up to today, my beautiful soul mate?" he asked her in low, playful tones that rumbled in his deep baritone voice, his cool gaze moving to see what project she was working on while he began working her over, being a thorough distraction to her with wandering paws feeling her up.

"Avacyn & Saracyn"

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Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.
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Avacyn rolled out a length of tanned leather and began using a length of rope to measure how much of it she needed. She had a vague idea in her head for what she wanted to create, but really she was just letting the materials she had on hand guide what she was working on. It was harder these days to spend hours exploring their territory and the cave systems within it to find new gems and minerals and she didn't have as much free time to work on tanning hides and creating new leather so instead of looking for specific materials for specific projects she was challenging herself to create things with what she had. It was a fun exercise that forced her to be creative in what she was doing, even if it meant that her projects didn't end up exactly as she envisioned them. She was currently still trying to decide what she might bring as a wedding gift to the Klein princess since they had been invited to the upcoming affair so perhaps the inspiration might strike for something today.

However, just as she was finishing up cutting a piece of leather free and was reaching for one of the tools she could use to create patterns in the leather, she felt a presence behind her and suddenly the familiar embrace of her brother was wrapping around her sides. She gasped with surprise as she was pulled back into him, exclaiming, "Sara!" The tools she was holding went clattering onto the work surface in front of her as she was pulled and fell back into his larger form. Chuckling softly, she playfully swatted at his foreleg that was holding her tightly before she fully gave into her spontaneous mate's interruption, leaning back into him and letting him feel across her waist while her paws traced across his forelegs. "Well, I was working on a wedding gift for the Ashen wedding," she replied with a smirk. "I have a feeling I'm not going to be able to keep working on it though it you have your way."

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Had Avacyn put up more of a genuine fuss over his interruption, Saracyn would have absolutely let her go back to her work. As it was, the moment he pulled her back into a mandatory snuggle he felt her body relax back against his, despite her swatting at his strong forelegs which only tightened around her in response. That moment she gave in was all the consent Sara needed to continue to feel her up, playfully trailing his large paws along the curves of her body and her slim, toned belly and sides, appreciating the natural feminine beauty she exuded. Ava explained how she had been working on a wedding gift for the Ashen princess, earning an intrigued hum from the dire brute, though his true focus was entirely on her and not the half finished project in front of them. His twin's assumption that he wasn't going to allow her to keep working on it earned her a sly grin and a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "As clever as you are beautiful, my queen," he said with a husky chuckle under his breath.

Without any warning, Saracyn suddenly hoisted Avacyn backwards off her paws and hefted her lithe frame up over his back, slinging her across his back in a primal masculine display. With a huge grin of playful mirth on his face, Saracyn carried Ava away from her workshop and through their den toward their bedchambers. "I've taken the liberty of freshening up our bed with more of those mink pelts you love so much, darling. Now we just need to break them in," he said with a sultry purr to his deep baritone voice, shooting her a lecherous look from over his shoulder to her. Stepping through the opening into their bedroom, Sara carefully tossed his beloved mate to the plush bedding, then turned to advance over her slowly like a hunter approaching his prey. Cerulean eyes gleamed with a barely contained desire and a frisky grin painted on his visage as his eyes roamed unabashedly over her form, eating up the sight of her spread out beneath him. Avacyn was so beautiful... the most beautiful wolf to ever grace this world. The Ancients had truly crafted her to be as flawless as a goddess, and he was made to be her man.

Climbing his way over top of his violet-coated twin, Saracyn wasted no time in bringing his muzzle down until their cheeks were brushing together. The softness and warmth of Avacyn's fur mingling with his sent little tingles racing up and down his spine. With his nose pressed into the side of her neck, Sara was able to drink in her scent and note every subtle little change in her pheromones—most notably the shift that told him she was entering her heat season once more. A quiver of lust shook his frame over top of hers, and like a feral beast, Sara continued to nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her scent like it was intoxicating him, and in a way it was. Giant paws moved to stroke along her sides from her ribs down to her hips, tracing every inch of skin in between. "Gonna beg me to stop, Matriarch...?" Sara spoke in a hushed growl against Ava's throat, sharp teeth nipping teasingly at her tender flesh. "Go on, tell me how much you need to keep working on your project..." The game enticed the crimson brute; a hunter and predator through and through, he relished the idea of the pursuit of getting Avacyn to succumb to him and admit her desires. He was prepared to tease and tempt her as long as it took.

"Avacyn & Saracyn"

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Though it wasn't entirely unexpected, he still caught her slightly off guard as he suddenly hoisted her up onto his back, making her yelp and gasp with surprise. "Sara!" she scolded playfully with a giggle, swatting at his side and shoulder as she pretended to struggle against the grip he had on her. Even though she wasn't drastically shorter than he was, he certainly had the clear advantage in sheer strength and muscle–which he had shown on many, many other occasions with her, including now. As if it wasn't already clear where he was taking her, he mentioned the new furs he had added to their bed and the need to 'break them in' which painted a very clear picture of what her mate had in mind. There was the briefest moment of hesitation that crossed through her mind as she worried for a moment over whether or not she should stop him to avoid the risks of her winding up pregnant since Irilyth's herbs probably needed more time and doses to be fully effective. As soon as he tossed her onto the bed and she looked up at her handsome twin and she saw the lustful desire and need in his cerulean gaze that concern and hesitation quickly evaporated. It was easy enough to reason away–she could take more of the herbs when they were done and she was only in the first few days of her heat anyway–and even if it wasn't, it was always a challenge for her to not give Saracyn everything he wanted.

Her ebony gaze followed his as he climbed over her, a little grin tugging at her lips as he leaned down to brush his cheek against her own. Her breath caught as even that slight touch sent tingles across her skin and a shiver down her spine. She had forgotten just how hyperactive her nerves became when she was in heat and that partnered with the unfiltered love and desire they shared for one another in their newly minted soul mating only made that fact even more true. As he continued to nuzzle into her neck, her eyes fluttered closed and her head tipped back with her own instinctual need for her mate and desire for the sparks that he was sending across her skin. He always managed to ignite a fire in her like no other, but that was even more true with the wild influence of her heat. The sound of his growl and the feeling of his teeth on her throat pulled another quiet gasp from her and her forelegs snaked up around the back of his neck, her claws flexing and combing through the thick fur of his scruff. His questioning over whether she was going to beg him to stop brought back that uncertainty once more, but not because of the project like he might think. Still, that uncertainty and the moral dilemma in the risks of it all were weak and all it took was his body shifting against hers and the feeling of his paws roaming across her body to break her will power. She lowered her head to brush her muzzle against his as her paws trailed up the back of his neck, one of them catching his cheek and lifting his lips to hers. "Stop talking and take me..." she purred in response before her lips locked with his and her back arched to press her body tighter into his, giving up any last sensible thought in her mind in favor of giving into this primal, instinctual need she had for her soul mate.

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