They had been asleep, her body curled tightly against her mate as she stirred herself awake, a small yawn escaping her mouth as she came to. Yellow eyes peered from the black fluff that surrounded her mahogany frame, his tail was wrapped tightly around her body and her head lay gently on it. She really didn’t want to move - he was so warm, oh my Fenrir, she usually would be content in sleeping the day away if her seasonal frustrations didn’t take a toll on her. Lifting her head, she nuzzled him, her tongue tracing his cheek, his muzzle and then finally down to his nose as she leaned forward.
She almost didn’t want to disturb him; he looked so peaceful, and she was completely in awe over how his expressions changed from his usual monotone self regarding his dreams. But she knew that they would have to move eventually. She thought back on the previous day, how they mainly explored the area and to none of their delight, it only held trees, more trees, and surprisingly, more trees. So they moved in agreeance a bit more north. It didn’t take them as long as she thought, and once they had arrived, she found herself wondering if the lake that had discovered was the one that he had been heading to in the beginning.
They had carved out a den big enough for the two of them, but big enough to stretch out, just alongside a hill. And then they slept.
And now they were awake. And her heat and curiosity made her toes feel itchy to move. She looked upon Lestat again, not noticing her eyes had traveled to the entrance. She gave a lick to his cranium.
heat day 5/12
Jun 13, 2018 01:09 PM
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