All around him the flicker of fireflies lit his way. Ambling through the tall grasses, Scald had not a care in the world that night. While he was supposed to be out scouting the other packs for his father, he would rather find a place to rest and have a drink. The pound hanging off his shoulder was feeling awfully heavy by that point. He could head out to a pack’s borders tomorrow anyway. Sufficed to say, Scald had had it for the night. Gathering what dry wood he could find, he found a relatively open area beneath the sweeping branches of a large willow. Hidden just enough that he shouldn’t be attacked, the midnight and colored boy got to making his fire. Honestly, he hated it, but his companions couldn’t help. Wings and scales weren’t great at making fires. Once the small fire began to crackle and pop with evaporating water sizzling along the wood, he settled in. Pulling out the dried meat and bottle of booze from his pouch, he slumped down beside his fire and began to relax. Sipping from his bottle, he looked up to the leaves above him. Fireflies dipped in and out of the branches as lazily as he had ambled into the woods. Content to spend his night half-drunk and alone, Scald leaned back on his shoulder and continued to drink. S C A L D

How long since she'd chosen to hide away from the world? To heal wounds created by the earth's storm. Time simply slipped from her grasps. Only stuck in a wormhole of eating and sleeping. Piles of bones stacking undeniably outside of the hollowed tree she'd chosen to call her home. Temporarily. Hanmel knew somewhere out there her brothers were looking for her. She just couldn't find it in her to meet them in the condition that she was in. Weak. Pathetic looking. A grimace crossing over already disgusted features at the way her coat shown disheveled. It took her forever to get most of her body back in decent condition. A slightly sprained ankle now able to carry weight without the intake of sharp breaths. Hunger and thirst satisfied for the moment.

Hanmel felt that it was time to move on. As much as she would indeed miss the makeshift hole, she called home. She slipped away under the moon's gaze. Her markings more visible than any as she maneuvered the paths created by her over the short weeks followed upon her arrival. With such a small frame, there wasn't a thing she couldn't move around. Even now, when the smell of freshly cooked meat hit her nose, Mel slithered into the nearest bush to conceal herself. Scenting at the air with a salivating hunger with every intent to snag the good smelling food. Now, this shall be interesting.
"Speech"

It appeared Scald could care less about his surroundings. Sucked into the burn of his booze and the tenderness of his meaty dinner, he gulped away without a second thought. Even as the fireflies danced about him and the dangling willow branches brushed the ground nearby, he never looked up. The flicker and crackle of his small fire beside him kept him warm and the oncoming winter's breeze away. Thankfully he was smart enough to make camp beneath the tree, by its trunk, so unless someone was nearby, they wouldn't know he was here anyway. He thought he was hidden enough until the quietest rustle of a nearby bush made his ear twitch. Freezing mid-bite, his bi-colored gaze glanced up toward the shadows. "Who's there?" Scald called out as the quills along his spine and the fur along his scruff began to rise and puff up. "Show yerself," he rumbled as he finished swallowing his current bite and wiped his muzzle along his ankle. S C A L D

Shifting through the brush, her small frame eased through the cluttered branches. Steps silent in their placements as she pressed forward just a bit more. Ocean gaze befalling the male who'd lay drinking away at a bottle and chewing quite contently on the delicious meat. The expression of disappointment surfaced upon her face as he finish the last of it. His voice echoing for whoever was there to show themselves. Hanmel looked around as if he were not talking to her. It wouldn't be right to neither stay where she was nor slip away. "Alright! If I must." Despite the curvy structure of her slender and small frame, her voice carried strong and mature. For a woman of five years she indeed still looked a mere age of only two. Thanks to her well groomed hygiene.

"Well, you surely took away all the fun." Mel smirked at the man. Her attention drifting around to the makeshift camp with little to no interest. Now that she was up close, she could fully see how handsome this young male was. Still a juvenile entering his adult stage, maybe? Tongue sliding across lips in a flirtatious matter, a brow rose. Awaiting his next words.
"Speech"

A blue-coated imp of a girl practically leaped from behind the bushes. His eyes widen momentarily as she shouts and presents herself. Nearly choking on his drink, he swallows it down hard and gives her an annoyed but quizzical look. "Not much fun if yer hidin' in the brush," he retorts with a snort from his nostrils before turning back to look at the flames beside him. Whether she was attractive was beside the point, she'd been snooping on him. "If you'd wan'ed some, ya could've jus' asked," Scald said off-handedly as he takes another sip. The burn is welcomed and the wooziness is making his eyes swim. It is a feeling he is used to. "Got enough to share, if ya like," he rolls a second bottle that had been tucked behind him toward the girl. Though small, she didn't appear too young to drink. Maybe some new company would do him good. As much as he missed Ely, he didn't think he'd ever see her again. Broken hearted? No. Sad about it? Yeah. S C A L D

Quizzical brow arched in play towards the words befallen from his lips. Her gaze enriched in the colors dancing along layers of darkness. Much like the night's sky when smothering clouds slipped over its black canvas to release the throws of snow. She eyed the different shades casting their attention onto her. They were not the same as the other. Both giving the same expression before shifting away. Licking flames reflected in those emotionless pools. Hanmel chuckled. His point made to how she chose to steal his meal. Instead of simply just asking for a share.

"Where is the fun in that?" Voice spoken softly. Slipped soothingly off her tongue. Steps carrying her closer to better observe the oddly painted male. Offered bottle already between her jaws and soon to be opened for a drink. The liquid burned a path down her throat and warmed the inside of her belly. Cooling away into a nice feel. "Why so alone out here, young one?" A yearling he was. Or, maybe older? Two? It didn't quite matter. He was the first of none since arriving to give decent company and she accepted it for the time being. Eyes looking to the fire.
"Speech"

Scald may be a Pirate, or a Raider, but a thief he was not. If he was going to take something from someone, it would be fair and square. So when she asked where the fun was in asking for a bite, he lowered his gaze at her. One brow quirked in question before a sly smirk curled the edges of his lips. "Fun comes aft'r sharin' drink an' a meal," he says smoothly, if not a bit slurred. Really, it was how he always spoke, but some might believe him to always be drunk. Who knew? He was a Pirate Raider after all. His eyes move back to the licking flames beside them as she sips from the bottle offered. Her question that follows is one that he cares not to truthfully answer. Well, at least not the whole truth. A few moments of silence stretch out after her last syllable before he lets his gaze move back to her. Contemplative, but also... unashamed as his eyes once more move over her blue-coated coloring. "Jus' waitin' to see what fate brin's my way," his lips once more curve up into that sly, perhaps even slightly seductive, smirk as he takes another swig from his bottle. "An' you?" Scald asks as he sets the bottle back down and allows his gaze to stay on her. S C A L D

"I came to finally find my brother." Healing had been done. No longer did she feel unwell to travel or go farther than where she chose to recuperate. Clearly as she sat before the young male with a smirk playing on his lips. Another sip dragged from the bottle, Hanmel chuckled at his earlier words. "Fate has a funny way of bringing you exactly what you need." Ocean gaze holding his own. A tilt of her head suggestively. She found herself standing to move a bit closer to him. Now being able to fully see his eyes. And, what a beautiful set they were.

Heterochromia blue and green. "Do you have more meat left? Or, does a woman like myself have to hunt for her own?" Tail swaying lightly at her hips. Ears just a bit slacked. Mel found herself wanting to do something she hadn't done in quite awhile. He was young. Vibrant. Surely packed with muscles. A one night stand surely wouldn't end in pups. Not when her heat was not due until year of next. Shuddering with the potential of a warm and satisfying night, her tongue flickered across her lips teasingly.
"Speech"

"An' have ya found him?" Scald questions more so to keep the topic off of him rather than companionable and genuine interest. Did he really care to know who her brother was? He'd never seen a blue-coated wolf quite like hers before so it wasn't ringing any bells to him at least. He does let out an appreciative noise and nod of his head at her comment of fate. Boy was she right, but also wrong. Who was it again that he kept asking fate to bring back his way? Ah, fuck it. The booze was making it easier to forget anyway. Taking another swig, he looks at her, wondering if she had moved closer. Her scent was mature but also sweet and for a youth like him, just coming into his adult years, he couldn't say he was exactly turned off. "I s'pose I can share," he teases as he finally tears his gaze away from her and leans over to grab the satchel he had laying on the ground behind him. Pulling it over his side and placing it down in between them, he notices the way she likes her lips. Is it an invitation? His brow raises for a moment as he pulls out a piece of dried meat wrapped in leather. "Not much, but shoul' hold ya over," Scald offers as he pushes it her way with his muzzle. "Now, is lookin' for yer brother the only thing you out here doin'?" The young boy questions, his head tilts slightly, body relaxed, watching her carefully. S C A L D

Her head shook at his question. Eraithus had yet to be found and frankly, Hanmel didn't feel much in a rush to search. It wasn't as if he took time out of his days here to look for her. So why be so eager to do the same to him? Either of them really.

Eyes watched the male move. Taking off his satchel. Removing the meat. Pushing it towards here in the leather wrap. A smile forever lingering in the background to take over her lips once more. "Well, thank you." Just as he had done, she placed the meat onto the fire as carefully as she could. Nearly burning her paw in the process. But, thankfully, not doing so. The flames licked and danced around her meal. Heat searing into the right places as steam rose from the top. Her mouth watered at the thought of a cooked meal. Eating raw was fine. However, there wasn't anything wrong with having something hugged by fire. "It's whatever life brings." Gaze flickering to his with a suggestive expression. "I'm prepared for... anything."

Mel's last words were whispered softly. Standing to stretch out her small frame. Back arching. Tail high. Toes spreading. It was nothing but a tease. Since soon after she went to retrieve her meat from the fire, carefully this time, and waited for it to cool just enough to eat. Taking another swig of the bottle offered. She could feel the contents taking a toll on her body. Mind wandering back to the possibilities this male could be used for fun.
"Speech"

He almost chuckles as he watches the fire bite at her toes. Perhaps she was not used to cooking her food as such. Though cooking food wasn't necessary, it was a flavor that he had grown used to. The way the fire singed the skin and how tender the meat became, he couldn't get enough of it. Not that anyone could tell by his appearance. Scald was gifted in that no matter how much he ate, he always stayed slim. He continued to watch her as she spoke. Her whispered words were an obvious suggestion and he was not unashamed to allow his gaze to graze over her form again. Even as she stood, stretching each inch of her body, he watched. His own body stirred in its spot, but he didn't move. Instead, he allowed her to reach for her food and eat. Encounters like this were... delicate and required patience. "Anythin' is a pretty broad statement," Scald finally mentions as he brings his gaze to her face where he watches her eat and drink from the provisions he provided. He took another sip from his own bottle and could feel the warmth and confidence build in his belly. "I was fittin' to jus' watch the fireflies, but nah that I got some company, maybe there's somethin' else we could be doin'," the smirk on his lips grows as he tears his gaze away from to watch the fireflies for the moment. Tonight could be on her terms, her rules, he wouldn't mind. S C A L D

She said nothing as the last bite of meat slid effortlessly down her throat. Taking a huge gulp of the warm liquid to chase shortly after for a smooth delivery. His words settling in the spaces of her mind to better be processed. Finding herself grooming away at certain areas of her blue coat. He was quite a specimen for one so young. A mere yearling and already his aurora glowed with maturity. Hanmel took appreciation in this. Body moving to sit closer to this larger male. Her small frame immediately overpowered by his presence. Yet, she still remained quiet.

Tongue reached out and up to lick at his chin. Sliding along his jaw and pulled away after a kiss to his cheek. "Multitasking is a very big part of life you know." Mel shot him a sweet smirk; before turning to look at the small bugs lighting up a little way away. Tail brushing his to then take rest there. Leaning slightly into his side to better take in the scent which surrounded him. He smelled of wolves, earth, and something else. Was that... water? If anything, the booze they'd been drinking played a larger role in the musk he carried. Since it lingered on his breath.
"Speech"

Scald settled quietly. Relaxing as he flexed his muscles and stretched his legs. His eyes would wander lazily toward the woman. From what he could tell, she was older than him, but he didn't mind. Who didn't like them experienced anyway? He could nearly chuckle to himself until he was stopped short by her lithe movements. Fluid and graceful, the small blue wolf comes to slide in beside him. Tucking herself neatly against his side, he raises a brow as he notices the warmth he feels spread through his body. He wasn't going to say no to someone being so forward. Suddenly, her tongue flicks out and along his jaw until the kiss is planted gently on his cheek. His heartrate soars as he shifts slightly, adjusting himself. Scald can't hide the content rumble in his chest as he allows himself to lean into her. "I get a feelin' yer good at multitaskin'," he murmurs quietly into her ear as she turns to watch the fireflies. Reaching a bit more forward, he nips softly at her ear and then her cheek fur before sliding his own muzzle along hers. Breathing in her scent, he enjoys it for a moment as his eyes close. There is something soft, sweet, and airy about her scent that he wishes he could dive into. S C A L D

His touch shot a feeling of something quite foreign along her skin. Invisible goosebumps rose where his nose traveled—leaving a shiver to be seen from such actions. A chuckle built to slip free from parted lips. Her pants became quite breathy as he spoke. Now closer, Hanmel could really hear the deepness of his voice. Such a young male with the ability to stir something deep within the canvas of her belly. She didn't stop the seductive sound vibrating her throat. "There's only one way to find out." This was an invitation. One he would have to choose rather to take or not.

Mel brushed closer to him. Tail rising and falling in a way to fan the scent she knew would settle all actions. Her bottle was now empty with the last sip taken. She was ready. Waiting. Perhaps this one will be more fun than the past lovers she'd partaken in. And, that was saying something as it'd been only two at most.

"Speech"

Scald is honestly amazed that such luck had fallen him that night. Where had this blessed woman come from? On such an evening when he felt loneliest? He wondered such things as he kept his nose pressed close to her skin. Breathing her scent in deeply, he listened to her giggle and pant in such a way that made his own belly stir. He continues to trail his nose along her sleek fur, feeling the goosebumps raise along her skin. Ah, was he getting to her so quickly? Amused, his own breathy chuckle escapes him as her words slip into his ear. If this was the game she wished to play, he supposed he would make the next move. Lifting his gaze as she fans her tail, he watches her carefully. Pressing back as she brushes closer to him, he shifts so that his larger frame is curling around her more. Reaching up to tug on the fur by her cheek with his front teeth, he continues to place nipping kisses down her neck until he reaches her shoulder. There he breathes in her scent again, inhaling deeply as he shifts his body once more. The crackle of the fire feels loud in his ears as he pauses a moment, teasing his tongue along her spine, eyes watching to see how she reacts. S C A L D

His touch did something to her. Every breath against her flesh sent a wave of shivering goosebumps to decorate that area. Hanmel inhaled sharply as he explored different spots. Wanting nothing more but to feel what he has to offer. To be swallowed by the very essence of him and it didn’t help the way he was handling her body so well. The male’s tongue like a fresh summer breeze along her spine made Mel arch in a way of inviting. Even if this was a one night stand, she would indulge in the moment as if it were her last time in earth.

"If you tease me any longer, I may just melt." She giggled huskily at the way her voice whispered. The crackling fire so beautifully reflected in his eyes the second she looked back to meet them. Her own blue ones glittering with anticipation and welcoming.
"Speech"

She curves and leans into him. He can't help but be excited by the movement. Both enticing and inviting in a way that he cannot resist. Then as she whispers and giggles, he responds with his own husky chuckle as he continues to nuzzle and nip tenderly at her coat and skin. "I s'pose I shant keep ya waitin'," Scald murmurs under his breath as he moves slowly. Taking his time, one leg over her back as he presses her into the ground. The fire beside them crackles and sizzles, dying slightly as it has quickly been forgotten that more wood should've been added. Pressing his muzzle to her scruff, he moves over her so that his large frame nearly engulfs her. Licking her cheek before pulling at her scruff, he leans into her ear. "I hope you're ready to melt," he purrs deeply. -fade- S C A L D

-Unfade.-

Well. She wouldn’t dare express the satisfying feeling that courses through her blood. Panting to ease the pleasure still claiming Hanmel, it took awhile before she could really open her mouth to speak. "You surely satisfied." Oh. How amazing did her body feel as she rolled onto her back. The once roaring fire now nothing but a dim sizzle. Barely a speck of light enough to show anything beyond its point. Lifting up just enough to glide her tongue over the area that now throbbed and pulsed. Even with the fun they had, Mel could not stand to remain dirty.

"I hope I did not disappoint."
"Speech"

Time passes and Scald is more than pleased with how the night has gone. As he rolls off and onto his side, he stretches his legs out. Also panting to cool off from the heat of the night, he watches as she begins to groom herself. With the fire only a small sizzle, he can just see the outline of her small frame through the shadows. He lifts a brow, a smirk pulls up the ends of his lips. "I coul' help wit that if ya wanted," Scald murmurs as he leans back toward the blue woman. His muzzle gently presses against the lower area of her spine as he watches her from the corner of his eye. "Or you sure you don' want to stay dirty?" His words are breathy as he nips playfully at the base of her tail.

RAISE A LIL' HELL