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18.06.12 . 3pm . borders . optime form
Saul Lupus is by Alaine!
The young male could honestly confess that his head was in a spin- a lust filled spin but a spin none the less. He'd approached Lilin's house a few days ago with the intent of seeing how she was, but things had gotten out of hand. Their lust had clashed together in fumbling hands and desperate kisses- it had been some kind of miracle that they hadn't gone the whole way. It had certainly put a spring in the grey mans step though and the grin on his lips was a difficult expression to rid himself of. He'd tried his hardest to immerse himself in the workings of the pack, getting things up and running, making sure stocks were being refilled, but all he could see was her pleasure filled face and it never failed to make him growl softly to himself.
His mind was briefly distracted by the fact that his son would be six months old in two days. That meant he was officially an adolescent and no longer a pup. A huge part of Saul knew that he wasn't ready for that- he certainly wouldn't be ready in another months time when the boy was just a few days away from shifting. It terrified him, to think that his son was only a couple of months away from being considered an adult- he remembered with perfect clarity the day Imari had handed her son over, his tiny body cradled in his hands. Sucking in a breath to stop the panic from spreading over his body, the male gave the floor of his home a final sweep, pushing the debris and dust out the door and onto the grass outside his door.
The open door was perfect for the howl that rang out just then, a feminine and light howl. He paused, pushing the broom into a corner before moving outside and closing the door behind him. He still wasn't comfortable with Lilin answering these calls- her lump had almost disappeared but it was still just there as a reminder of her mistake. It took him only a few moments to reach the borders and another few to locate the canine that had sent the call. He was a little taken aback by the giant that stood by her side, but he came to a respectful stop, posture dominant but polite. Good afternoon, friends. These are the borders of Vinátta and I'm Saul Stormbringer, one of the leaders. Can I help you? He asked, tone polite and friendly.
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