She had settled into the pack. Her mother had taken the reigns and whipped everyone into shape. Everyone had fought for their rank and each was beginning to pull their own weight. The dark girl had settled into a routine of training, sparring occasionally, hunting often, and even trying to learn a bit of healing. But despite it all it, something was missing. She was alone. Caeto was gone. He had vanished before ever giving her answer about joining Elysium. Paws had crossed the border, leading her towards the sweet smells of a strange forest. Pools of ice swept over the trees, nostrils quivering, taking in the scents of the fruits. Curious, the girl lifted herself up into hind legs, jaws reaching to pluck a piece of fruit from its branch. Jaws squeezed together, its juices flooding her mouth. She would bring herself down to all four paws, chewing on the delicious substance. She had never tasted fruit before, but she loved it. Audits switched, alert to the sound of anthers approach. The girl would turn, eyes scanning the trees, searching for the intruder. Her chin tucked against her throat, pelt bristling, lips peeled back to reveal the tips of her fangs. Danger danced in her eyes, threats rolling off her, daring someone to approach her. Talk like this

She was going to hate him and he didn't blame her. He had left without a word, before he had been able to tell her that he wanted to join the pack with her. But she would understand wouldn't she? He rolled his eyes at himself as he jogged through Alacritis, hunting for Zaria's scent. She had her temper and she was not going to be happy about him having left her. But he would take her anger and deal with it because he still wanted to be around the dark girl. She'd captivated him from the moment he'd met her on the lands of his old pack and she still had his attention. Now, if only he could find her. He went back to the place where he had been with her last, finding that she was nowhere to be found. But much to his luck he was able to get a fresh trail and off Caeto went to find Zaria, hoping that their reunion wouldn't turn into a bloodbath. Russet paws would carry the Mathias towards an unfamiliar part Alacritis, his gaze falling across the silhouettes of trees. But these trees smelled differently. There was something sweet smelling about these trees, but for all their strange scent they couldn't keep his attention away from Zaria. The russet man would come to a stop, ivory and russet ears perking forward as he gazed at her, reverting back to his quiet ways. He could see the murderous look in her eyes and he could only that it wasn't directed at him. But if it was, then she had a fight coming to her because even though he was the reason for being upset, he wasn't about to sit down and take it. Talk like this

Eyes steeled into daggers as a familiar russet man slide into view. Lips curled back over fangs, a snarl ripping free from dark jaws. How dare he return, seek her out. Her pelt bristling, audits fell back against her skull, eyes narrowing into slits. For a moment she said nothing, merely glaring at the man. But he would say nothing, he merely stared at her. It only infuriated her further to see him merely watching her, like nothing had left, like he hadn't abandoned her. "How dare you!" The dark girl hissed, her words dripped lethal venom. Dark limbs would pull her closer, her movements slow and calculated. She would stop only when they stood a few feet apart. They had both grown, standing at equal heights. They stood nearly head on, she had placed herself slightly to his left (her right). Without much notice, she would launch herself at the brute, jaws unhinged, aimed to grab a hold of any piece of flesh she could. Rage made her blood boil within her veins. Her movements were sloppy, uncoordinated by the hurt she felt and the anger that blinded her. Growls rattled her chest as she desperately sought a piece of his flesh, to taste his blood on her tongue. Talk like this

He could feel the rage coming off of her in waves, making his nape bristle with tension. Her lips peeled back against her jaws, exposing her weapons to the russet knight. He would respond in kind, his own lips pulling back to reveal his daggers, ears flattening against his skull. Instead of being glad that he had returned to her, she was about ready to kill him. Typical Zaria. How dare you! came her accusing words, each word lashing out with venom. She would move towards him and he could see the way she moved, so precise and calculated. He was in for a good one this time. She would stop just shy of him, positioning herself a little to his left and without much of a warning she would launch herself at him, but there was a difference to the way she moved now. Her preciseness was gone, her movements sloppy and uncoordinated. She was aiming to sink her teeth into his flesh and he would give her the satisfaction, but he would get his share too. He would push himself slightly back on his haunches, raising his forelimbs to that her teeth into into the spot between his left forelimb and where it met his chest. She would be rewarded with a snarl, his own jaws coming down in an attempt to snap at her shoulder, looking to draw blood from her as well. She had a funny way of showing that she was glad that he was back, if she was happy at all. Talk like this

His blood would tease her tongue as her fangs met his flesh. It was not even to quell her anger though, jaws clamped together her skull whipping back and forth, attempting to tear open his flesh. Pain flared across her scruff as his fangs sank into her flesh grabbing a hold of her. A snarl was muffled by her hold on his flesh. Her right leg would lift, wanting to wrap around one of his in an attempt to trip him. Her weight would shift to her three remaining legs, defenses still in place. Her vision slowly turned red. Her defenses slipped, there was no care for her balance, her attention focused solely on making him feel her pain. Jaws fleshed against his flesh, fangs sinking in, drawing blood. She would release him for only a second, wanting her jaws to seek someplace else. Her crown would turn towards him, jaws unhinged, aimed higher up high neck. Muscles coiled, propelling her forward, and into him, using mostly her hind legs. She just wanted to make him feel. Talk like this

She was definitely mad or else she wouldn't be looking to take his blood. Well, maybe that wasn't true, but it made sense. But Caeto didn't balk at her rage, he had expected it after all. Once she realized that her teeth had hit their mark she was throwing her head back and forth, ripping open the flesh at his limb, making the russet man grimace in pain. Damn her. He would quickly begin to ignore the pain once his own fangs made contact her with her flesh, slicing through it like it wasn't there, her blood filling his mouth. It had been quite some time since he'd tasted her blood. She would raise a leg in an attempt to trip him but would come back unsucessful since his forelimbs were still in the air. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in balance, Caeto would bring his weight down hard, his crown twisting visciously towards his right, looking use the force of his planting of his forelimbs and the twisting of his skull to knock her off balance and pin her. He was done with her bullshit. He would explain himself first and if she still wanted to fight afterwards, then he wouldn't be one to deny her the fight she apparently craved. Talk like this

He would collide with her just as there was a sharp pain in her scruff, and suddenly, she was falling. Her dark body hit the earth with a thud, the air rushing from her lungs. She would release him in order to gasp in air. Her limbs would kick out in an attempt to get him off, but his grip was strong, he would not release her. Slowly her movements lessened, her growls and snarls quieted. Her cyan gaze would lift, seeking out his. She still burned with rage, but at the same time, she wanted to know why he had left her, without so much as an explanation. Her behemoth form would lose its fight, waiting for him to release her. He had gotten the better of her this time, and she knew why. Her mother would be disappointed, allowing herself to be ruled by her emotions, so much so that she lost a fight. A sigh would slip from beneath her lips, the pain in her neck still throbbing. Talk like this

Enough dammit! He would bark at her once he'd gotten her pinned beneath him, blood-stained lips peeled back menacingly against his dripping fangs. She squirmed beneath him but Caeto didn't let up. She was going to lie there and listen to him first before she started trying to separate him from his hide again. I get it, you're fucking mad, but listen to me for a second will you? I didn't leave you because I don't like you anymore. I left because I got sick. Like I was going to die sick. And I didn't want you to catch it too. If you still want to be mad at me now, that's fine. But I didn't leave you just because. He would watch her for a moment, letting his azure gaze bore into her cyan one before he stepped away from her, backing up until there was a fair amount of space between them. Russet crown would lower towards the ground, watching Zaria intently, wondering what she would think of his explanation. Would she care at all or would she let her rage blind her and attack him again? Talk like this

His sharp words forced her in a momentary state of submission. With audits flat against her skull, icy pools turned up towards him, listening to him as he spoke. He had been sick, he still cared for her. And most importantly he was back. Only when he was done speaking he would allow her to rise, stepping away from her. She would pick herself up, shaking the dust from her pelt. Quietly the girl mulled over what he had said. He had been ill, but that still didn't explain why he fled before giving her an answer about the pack. A gentle sigh rolled off her tongue. Her gaze would lift to meet his before taking steps to close the distance between them. She would burying her face in his neck, inhaling his scent. She said nothing for a long time, simply pressing herself against him, absorbing his warmth and scent. She would pull back just far enough to meet his gaze once more. Jaws parting to allow her tongue to gently clean his wounds. There wasn't much she could think of to say. He had been sick, she couldn't be mad at him for that, but he should have come to her, let her take care of him. "I'm sorry." The words were barely audible, and they felt foreign on her tongue. Never had she apologized to anyone for anything, it felt strange to her. Talk like this

He would stand quietly away from her, favoring his left limb, trying not to put too much pressure on it as blood dripped down his russet fur to blend in with the earth. It was throbbing painfully, but it wasn't a crippling injury. She hadn't torn any tendons or hurt anything vital, so he would recover well. He would just have a gnarly scar once it was healed. It was only after his words had sunk that she would bring herself back onto her paws. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she mulled his explanation over. It still wasn't much as far as explanation, but it was the god-honest truth. Despite being the reclusive, quiet boy that he was, he cared for this dark girl. The one who had enthralled him from their first meeting at his former pack's border. Something about her had called to him and the more time he had spent with her, the more he found himself beginning to grow fond of her. If what he'd done to protect her wasn't a testament to how much he cared for her, then he didn't know what was. Her icy gaze, the boiling rage now gone, would lift to meet his and he would allow his own azure gaze to find her own in return, russet plume wagging gently behind him. He would wait with baited breath as she stepped closer to him, half expecting her to attack him again. But much to his relief instead she would simply come to bury her face in his neck. Caeto would sigh gently as he lifted his skull, draping it over her neck to cleanse the bite on her shoulder as her own tongue swiped across his wound. I'm sorry. came her quiet words as she apologized. He pulled back slightly, a look of disbelief crossing his features. But he would take it in stride, his own apology forming on his lips as he reached over to plant a gentle kiss on her dark lips. I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have left like that, but I didn't know what else to do. He knew there wasn't much he could to make it up to her, but he promised himself to talk to her next time something like this happened. He didn't want her upset at him like that again. Talk like this

She would revel in his warmth, in the feel of him pressed against her as he embraced her. She had dearly missed him. Ever since the day they had met, he had captivated her attention. He had dared to stand up to her, and then dared to follow her out into rogue lands, leaving the safety of his home. She leaned into his touch, enjoying the soothing feeling of his tongue against her wound. She eyed his, and knew it would leave a scar when healed. She frowned for a brief moment but washed it from her features before the russet boy could see it. An apologetic smile tugged at dark lips as he spoke, his sweet kiss only making it grow. She would return his kiss, allowing her haunches to drop to the earth as she snuggled herself against his chest. "Will you come home with me?" She looked up hopefully at him, hoping that he still would, that he wanted to. She had so much to fill him in on if he decided to join her. Her tail began to thump lightly against the ground, her mood picking up slowly but surely. He was the only one who saw this side of her, who could bring the worst and the best in her. Talk like this

Caeto had never been one for affections. He had been close with his family, parents and siblings, but he had never been one to publicly display his affections for them. Not even privately. Affections hadn't been something that he felt that he'd ever needed to do, but now that he was here with Zaria, they felt like the most natural thing in the world. She brought out the tender side of him, a side that no one in his family had ever born witness and if they saw him now, would probably think that he'd been replaced by some stranger. She would press herself against his chest, nuzzling him, making a warm smile curl his russet lips as he pressed against her in return, pulling her close. Will you come home with me? He almost laughed as she looked up at him, but he stifled it to a smirk, his azures rolling playfully. You already know the answer to that Zar. He would murmur huskily as he nipped the tip of her nose, whipcord wagging behind him. He was going to live with Zaria. He was about to start a new chapter in his life and he was very much looking forward to it. Talk like this

He pulled her in closer, his warmth surrounding. He was rarely affectionate, it took him forever to become accustom to her touch, he had always been so standoffish in everything he did. The girl would relish in the brief moments they shared curled up in each others embrace, for she knew that she couldn't show this side back home. She'd be eaten alive if she did. His words would a smile tugging at her lips again, he was right, she did know the answer to that. He would nip at her nose causing her to laugh and return the nip to his muzzle. Happiness warmed her dark bodice, he would be returning home with her, they would be starting a new life together, a new chapter. Excitement had her tail thumping a little harder. She would jump to her feet, turning from him briefly, remembering the fruit she had tried. "You must try this! Its delicious." Once again the girl would lift herself onto hind legs, plucking a fruit from a branch before dropping back down and turning to him. It had been so long since she had seen him, she could barely contain her excitement. The girl was determined to get it all out of her system now so the transition back home would be easier on the both of them. Talk like this

She laughed. She actually laughed. It was a genuine laugh, not one full of malice or cruel intent. It was...an unexpectedly pleasant sound. Caeto liked it. He liked it a lot. And he wanted to hear it again. His own quietly chuckle would bubble beneath his russet lips as she nipped him back, a mock growl rumbling in his chest. She would suddenly jump back to her paws, turning away from him as she reared up towards one of the sweet smelling trees, exclaiming how he had to try something because it was delicious. A curious expression would overtake his features as he watched her, skull cocked to the side in confusion. She would turn back towards him, presenting him with a round orb in her jaws, urging him to try it. He would reach forward, nostrils quivering tentatively as he tasted its scent. It was sweet, like honey, so that meant it had to be good right? Lifting his gaze to hers, he would gingerly let his teeth sink into the orb, juices exploding into his jaws. His ears would immediately fold back against his skull, his azures blowing to crazy proportions. This was the most succulent thing he had ever tasted his life! Greedily he would take the rest of the orb from her jaws, clamping down on it with vigor as he began to chew it, more of its juices flowing down his throat. whaf if dif? He mumbled over the mouthful of orb, absolutely fascinated by it. Talk like this

She could see his curious look and she laughed as he hesitatingly took a bite from the fruit. The russet boys expression would cause to break out into a fit of laughter, nearly dropping the rest of her fruit. His eyes widened to wondrous proportions as his ears fell back against his skull. The dark girl would continue to laugh as he finished the fruit, her sides ached, but his expression had been priceless. It was rare that she laughed so earnestly. Only his question would ease her laughter, her haunches dropping to the earth. "I don't know, I've never had one before, or even been here before." A shrug would lift one shoulder as she took a moment to look around. An amused smirk would play on dark lips as she waited for him to finish eating. Her tail would thump idly, as she simply watched him. She had never been so happy before, he would return home with her and she would be able to see him whenever she wanted. She would lean forward, placing a kiss on his lips, tasting the sweet juice from the fruit as she did so. Talk like this

A frown would crease his russet features as he attempted to glare at her, trying to pretend that he didn't appreciate her laughing at him. But with the sticky juices running down his jaws and watching her laugh earnestly, Caeto couldn't hold the frown to save his life. His lips would spread into a sticky smile, tail wagging madly behind him. She was so...beautiful when she smiled, and even more so when she laughed. He was glad that he was the cause of that, even if it was at the cost of his pride. Not that he minded much, it brought about a great reward. She would seat herself as she explained that she didn't know what the fruit was or even the place that they were in. He would swallow, tongue lashing out to lick at the juices that were dribbling down his jaws. Well whatever this place it and whatever that was that I just ate, we need to come back to his place more often because that was incredible. He would chuckle to himself, a hot blush creeping beneath his already russet cheeks as she came towards him, kissing at his lips. He would wait until she pulled back before he would press forward, his own lips fawning over her dark ones, a tender look taking hold of his azure gaze. Should we had back to your- I mean, our home? He was eager to start his life with Zaria. Talk like this

He would lick away the juice that dripped off his maw before speaking, stating that they needed to return to this place. She would smile, nodding. "I agree." He would press a kiss to her lips before pulling away, suggesting they go home. She would smile, her tail wagging slowly. "Yes, lets go." She would walk past him, brushing against him side as she went. Excitement filled her chest as she slowed enough to allow him to catch up. She would lead the way, staying close to him, bumping against his side as she moved. Home wasn't that far away, they would be there soon enough. Every so often, she would glance at him out of the corner of her eye, a small smile playing on her lips. Words couldn't explain how happy she was to have him back. -exit- Talk like this