Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Gale is slower to learn socialization than he is most things, but he has begun to feel more confident about interpreting the way Mazikeen responds to him. When he touches her she presses against him, mirroring his desire, and yet the words she says against his cheek are nervous and quiet, and even with the amorous haze that clouds his mind he slows his already languid touch and pulls away to rest his chin across her withers after she speaks.
Unlike Mazikeen, Gale is still thinking very much of babies. He knows they come about sometime after the kissing happens, but there are also springs where couples do not have children.
He thinks he might like to have one, but there is more he needs to know before he decides for certain. They are born in the spring, but he is not sure how much preparation is required. Less than a year, he is sure - but how much less? He begins to frown as he contemplates the math, but there are too many variables he is not certain of. He will need to ask someone, and it certainly can’t be Mazikeen.
He would like to be a father more than he wants a child, he is sure, and Gale is becoming less and less certain that there is time for both as he thinks. No children then, Gale decides, and he looks into Mazikeen’s smiling eyes and forgets the few seconds of deep contemplation that had so consumed him.
“You are the most marvelous thing I have ever Seen,” he tells her. He could stand here and watch her, ringed by her mountains and the clear blue sky, and never grow tired. The mantle might not have been one she wanted, Gale thinks, but being Alpha does suit her.
@[Mazikeen]
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Gale
