03-10-2017, 01:40 PM
Ruan
Alpha, she named him, and a crooked smile pulled at his dark lips. He held still as her nose sank into his shoulder, spread an unexpected warmth through him. It wasn't affection, he knew. It wasn't. But he mirrored it anyway with a quiet exhale and tucked his nose into her shoulder too, breathed her heady scent as she memorized his. He was glad this had worked out so naturally for her, glad that she would see him strong enough to lead her.
She relaxed, and he watched as she circled him, holding steady, at ease, to allow her whatever she wanted. Silent, always so silent. But aware of everything; every tilt of her head, every brush of her tail. She came around to stop at his side, her smaller body bowing down playfully. His smile grew, eyes lighting with interest, and he followed her little leap away as she nipped his cheek and bounded into the forest. So in the same fluid movement, he was bounding off too and joining her, chasing her with his own snap at the curve of her shoulder.
And he knew exactly what he wished to hunt. Bear. With her at his side, he could take anything down. Any kill. But no, not bear. The bear was pack now, even as it burned like acid in his blood, even as it turned his eyes from companionable warmth to sharpened steel and pumped his legs with a hungry vigor. He swallowed as he lead her, tried to bury away the hate where she couldn't see it. Where nobody could find it.
And so they hunted, through the northwest tatters of their Taiga where it was less populated and teeming with both benign and malevolent creatures to kill. Where they could lose themselves in the chase, in the snap of jaws and the rip of flesh, the taste of blood on their fangs. Where he could be free to be wild and she would see him no differently. Where he could enjoy without reservations this new, beautiful and wild side of her.
She relaxed, and he watched as she circled him, holding steady, at ease, to allow her whatever she wanted. Silent, always so silent. But aware of everything; every tilt of her head, every brush of her tail. She came around to stop at his side, her smaller body bowing down playfully. His smile grew, eyes lighting with interest, and he followed her little leap away as she nipped his cheek and bounded into the forest. So in the same fluid movement, he was bounding off too and joining her, chasing her with his own snap at the curve of her shoulder.
And he knew exactly what he wished to hunt. Bear. With her at his side, he could take anything down. Any kill. But no, not bear. The bear was pack now, even as it burned like acid in his blood, even as it turned his eyes from companionable warmth to sharpened steel and pumped his legs with a hungry vigor. He swallowed as he lead her, tried to bury away the hate where she couldn't see it. Where nobody could find it.
And so they hunted, through the northwest tatters of their Taiga where it was less populated and teeming with both benign and malevolent creatures to kill. Where they could lose themselves in the chase, in the snap of jaws and the rip of flesh, the taste of blood on their fangs. Where he could be free to be wild and she would see him no differently. Where he could enjoy without reservations this new, beautiful and wild side of her.
