[DND] I've always wanted to be rescued by a prince
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Word Count → +200 :: Date is kept vague. Set in Fundy National Park. Let me know if you want anything changed! <3

Being drenched was getting old fast. Bastien huffed as he buried numb hands into the warmth of his jacket’s sleeves. In the pale dawn light, it was hard to guess if the sun had risen or not yet. The rain fell in a drizzling mist, somehow dampening his clothing despite its inconsistency. The blend of hardy brush and slippery ground didn’t lighten his mood either, and he considered going home for the umpteenth time.

Abandoning his journey felt a lot like giving up; he’d had to do something to ease his restlessness. Tara had already made it clear that whilst she enjoyed her master’s affection, even she had a limit to the amount of petting and preening she would tolerate. His whiskers twitched at the scents of saltwater far away, his nose filtered the aroma of frozen water and prey trails. If he could bag himself a meal, the trip might not have been wasted after all.

Ugh, this place was hopeless. The male decided his best chance might be found in scavenging. He just needed to navigate his way around the trees and scrub that clung together. The hound’s pads splayed as he took wide, squelching steps through the mud. Bastien’s legs started to wobble beneath him, as his balance wavered. Claws grappled to anchor him to the earth, as his arms flailed outward.

Suddenly, the silty ground was rushing up to meet his wide-eyes. “Ohhh shhhiipp!”

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Coaxoch Ulrich

I can't let it break where it starts to bend

OOC: sorry for the wait, Im so excited for our bois ahhh! 533


Coax had been pleasantly comfortable with staying inside of Salsola since the battles with Inferni had ended, but he knew that his father would be expecting him and the rest of the family to be getting ready for Yuletude, and this is what had him outside of Salsola on this day. He wore his wendigo mask as he and Ixion had travelled on foot towards the Fundy National Park. They walked with determination, even through sleet and the light drizzle that spotted onto his clay mask and his plush fur. Rain and snow never bothered him, for he was always taught to love the winter, for his father always came home with something good for them to eat. Hunting was sparse, but the snow, dirt, and fog always did help the pale canines in their plight, while the summer months made hunting hard without thick camouflage for he, and his father.

He didn't know much of what he had been looking for other than maybe a wandering trader, but he figured that in this weather, a lot of them might be holed away in caves and tents. Coax looked for some tents, and loped through the thick forest. The snow white lynx followed behind with a frown on its face, and brows furrowed, who honestly would have been more comfortable in front of their fireplace, sleeping - rather than in the god forsaken snow. He complained in low speech that was directed at the male, but Coax didn't answer, but until he had been called a "stupid coyote". His tall ears turned back and face twisted in a snarl under his half mask, and bright blues seemed to glow in the low light of the early morning.


Ixion only gave a cheeky smile before he took off ahead of Coax. Coax replied with a snap as the feline passed him by, but did not get anywhere close to actually biting the cat. Not that he really was trying anyways. Coax did start to chase after the feline after a moment of the cat teasing him by looking back and making faces. Coax got as low to the ground as he could and ran forward in his long Optime legs.


It took awhile for the male to finally catch up to the feline, and when he did he grabbed at it's scruff, but then realized why he had caught up with the feline in the first place. His eyes were wide in his mask as he found his eyes landing upon a male before he had suddenly tripped over himself. Coax knew the smell of the male that he had come across, but did not know the overtone of pack, and it confused him further as to identifying the scent. He drew closer and cocked his head at the other, before he slid his mask from his face and giggled lightly at the other male as his eyes of spring found some sort of recognition of the male.

It had been quite some time since he had seen the other, but he knew he could not be wrong.


"Don't I....Know you? BunBun?" he asked, with a smile on his maw.


I know you'll stay by my side

Together we'll face what lives on in the night

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Word Count → +388 :: <3

The male’s landing was far from smooth as he slid down onto his backside with a yelp. “Gods! This is so humiliating!” Bastien whined aloud, and shivered against the damp that seeped into his clothes. His once pristine pale coat was streaked with muck, and his attire had begun to get heavier the soggier it got. The hound could have wallowed in his self-pity, were it not for the feline with unusual eyes that watched him. He froze, and his breath caught in his throat as wide pink eyes rounded in confusion. What was this cat doing? And why did it look so different from the other felines he had seen?

Curious blue orbs stared back from fawn pelt, and if he wasn’t so bewildered by its sudden appearance he would have found those triangular, tufted ears adorable. The sound of quick movements had Bastien crane his head above the feline’s head, to watch in mute awe as another canine came into sight. One moment, a lynx stood before him, and the next, was plucked upward by the strange male.

Except that beneath the animalistic mask the stranger wasn’t unfamiliar to him; and appeared to recognise him too. The eyes that regarded him through the slits were as wide and boundlessly blue as the skies he had played beneath with a boy he had sworn kinship with. Could it really be him? The breath he didn’t realise he had been holding was released in one long breath as the masked man bent down and tipped his head to one side as though to examine him.

As the horned mask slipped away and a giggle left his childhood friend’s maw, Bastien smiled widely. Coax’s voice, deeper and accented than when he had been a boy spoke his name and the dog laughed. “Oh my gods! Coax, is that really you? And is that cat yours?”

He studied the fair-pelted male and noted the little details that distinguished his friend as a man. He was taller now, his markings were more defined and the dark tones that mottled his nose were more pronounced. He just needed to heave himself out of the muck, his eyes turned pleadingly toward his friend. “Mind helping a guy out?” He extended one freckled hand and steadied himself into a kneeling position in readiness to stand.

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Coaxoch Ulrich

I can't let it break where it starts to bend

OOC: sorry for the wait, Im so excited for our bois ahhh! 503


It was exciting to see a familiar face around these parts, and one that he had not seen in some time, none the less. Their father's often spent hours working our different sorts of trade deals while Coax and "Bun" played. He remembered the first time he had met the lad, and how awkward it was getting to know the other at first, but in time it grew to being fun to hang around the young Sebastien. They often used to chase the goats, and Sebastien had taught Coax a lot about being less privileged and how to help out around the goat farm. It was interesting to know the dog family, including the elder brother of Sebastien, Sabre. Coax didn't always enjoy their time together when they were younger, but he did consider Bun and Sabre to be friends.

He had not thought about it til now, but Coax could say that he had missed their times together, and he missed being around the others. They were almost like brothers to him, and it was a strange feeling to him, considering he did have many younger brothers and sisters now. It was different with Bun and Sabre though, they were different.

Coax smiled a toothy smile, true and innocent, and very much unlike his father's trademark sly smile. Coax also laughed heartily at the other as he laid in the mud for a moment with wide pink eyes, as if he did not believe who was standing there looking down at him.

"God, stop gawking, I know I grew into a handsome gentleman. Of course it's me, who else would have a beautiful face but one arm huh?" teased the Ulrich, as he pointed at his left arm and chuckled lightly.

"Also yeah, my dad's an ass and got me a fuckin' cat, the same kind that took my tail and my arm. As if that ain't rubbing salt into the wound, huh?"
Coax found himself instantly relaxed, and willing to be completely open with his friend, which was strange, even within his packlands. He didn't know anyone like he knew Bun, and this made him a lot more relaxed and friendly than he would have been to most anyone else. Things were different in Salsola. Friends were likely not really friends there, and that's how his father taught him. Even in the face of Bun and his father, Till had also been different. More friendly, outgoing, and not full of shit. Mostly.


When the other held out his hand and asked for help, Coax immediately grabbed his brother's hand and hoisted him up to his feet. He did not need to think twice about the action, even if he had some dirt splash up on his white chest.

"So, can I ask you what the hell you are even doing here? Never thought you'd give up the farm life, BunBun." he teased with a cocky smile popping up on his lips.


I know you'll stay by my side

Together we'll face what lives on in the night

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The fair hybrid beamed down at Bastien, and called him out for his dumbstruck reverie. How long had he been crouched there, soaking in the mulch? Coaxoch had been correct in that his friend had admired the strapping young man that loomed over him. He blinked and shook his head to rid himself of the strange thoughts. Sure, the bloke was handsome but they were friends, brothers. Even if it was only a title they had bestowed on each other since they were pups, it didn’t change the matter.

Bastien quirked an eyebrow as the male gestured to his missing limb, and his gaze met his eyes. “Heh, a true gentleman compliments others before himself.” the hound pushed his tongue outward and chuckled at his own comment. Things had always been this way, and it felt good. It was nice. He was about to utter a compliment to the other male when Coax clarified that his father, Till, had given him cat and emitted his disdain for the gift. Although the boys didn’t often talk about the event that robbed the Ulrich of his tail and arm, from what they could piece together it had resulted from a large feral cat.

The lurcher narrowed his eyes at Coax’s words, “Bloody hell, mate! What did you do to piss him off? That seems a little harsh.” Bastien wouldn’t dream of saying such things to the pale-faced man who had always been so kind to him and his family. But then he reminded himself, he did not share the same relationship with Till as his son. He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his muzzle as Coaxoch seemed to relax with his complaint aired.

Without a moment’s consideration, his pale brother reached for his hand and pulled him his feet. Bastien stumbled with the added weight of dirt and water that dripped from his soggy attire, but nevertheless wagged his tail in appreciation. “Ugh, I’m friggen’ soaked!” he wailed before noticing the spots of mud that dappled Coax’s pelt. “Sorry ‘bout that!” Grains of dirt irritated his skin as he scratched, and decided he would need to change. Pale pinks drifted to the male and his familiar, for that is what it likely was, and recoiled at the idea of undressing in front of the Ulrich. He would take the discomfort over that. Today had turned out to be rather eventful.

He wanted to know why the he was here, and questioned if he retired from the farmer’s life. “A farm boy give up the land? Nah, the soil is part of my blood,” he thumped his chest for dramatic effect. “I wanted to see the world - the stories our dads told me made me excited to know what was beyond the island. And well, I hoped to meet you both. From there, its quite the story. What about you, Coax? Maybe I can visit your home and see if it’s anything like the stories.”

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Ah, that charming personality had not always been so charming, and once upon a time Coax thought that his pleasantness had been rather...awkward,
but he had gotten used to such after some time and long visits that the Ulrichs would take to the goat farm. "No one sad that I, Coaxoch, was a gentleman, No way, no how." the male commented, laughing lightly his own words as well, but knowing that this would make the other not say anything too sly before they talked about his cat. Ixion, who looked at the two with curiosity, and backed away and sat down in an area that was not muddy and gross, for he was not willing to get mud all over his pristine pelt. Coax glanced over at the cat as Bun had commented on it and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Father said that I needed to overcome my fear of the cats, and that this would help. Ixion is pretty cool though, he has actually protected me and helped me quite a lot since my father gave him to me." he spoke, complimenting his companion and smiling lightly at Bastien. "Truthfully, I can't really complain much about it. My father does know what is best for me, and I trust him. " he told the other, knowing that the other too trusted Till, and that these things were slightly necessary. Coax could not live his entire life being scared of the cats, because they too had bobcats that lived within their home, and Mirjam had done nothing but be nice to Coax, so it was only right that he get over his fear by being the owner of one of Mirjam's beautiful kittens.


The dirt that splashed up on his chest did not bother him, for at least his friend was back up on his two legs. Coax waved his hand dismissively. "I'm not worried in the slightest. I'll have to bathe before I go back home anyways. Maybe you could join me?" Coax had not been shy about communal bathing, for it had been custom back home, and he had shared a bath with his siblings, and family, and even other packmates before. Coax seeing the other naked did not even cross his mind as "weird" or "inappropriate", mostly because he saw Sebastien as a brother and close friend. He would take no offense in bathing with him, or seeing the male without clothing. It's also not like when they were younger that they had not seen each other without clothing, for they were always naked in their youth.

Coax brushed the dirt off of his chest regardless, but did not overly brush at it. He didn't care all that much, but only did it for formalities sake. "It can't be comfortable with those soaking garments. I have an extra loincloth if you want to change into that. It isn't anything fancy, but at least it covers your bits." he told the other, giving another shrug and smiling at the other, hoping that he would take his offers, for he was genuinely wanting to spend some time with the other and knew that there was little way that he could get away with bringing an Outsider home to the depths of Salsola where he lived.


Coax knew that the other would not give up the farm life so easily, but it seemed that the other had been intrigued by the stories of Krakens and Dragons. Coax laughed lightly at his reasoning, and then blinked at the boy's inquiry. He had no...good excuse as to not bring him home with him, and he searched his mind quickly to try and find an excuse that was not out-rightly saying that Bastien was a dirty outsider that was not allowed anywhere near Salsola without the intentions of joining.

"I was actually on the way out to go on a short trading trip. You see, I have this gift that I have to get to someone and I'm lookin for someone who has those goods." he told the other, easily giving the male the truth, because there was little reason to lie to someone who knew his name, He wouldn't get anywhere by lying to the other so he didn't. Simple as that.


"I'll have to bring you by my home sometime. I can't really bring you around now, though, because I have to ask my leadership before I bring any other pack wolves around out territory. Salsola is pretty strict about that sort of thing..." he spoke, giving the other a half-lie but not completely. He put his hand to his long hair and messed with the back of it for a moment before he really took a moment to smell the other's scent. He didn't know what the smell really was other than it being of a pack.

"You must have been around Nova Scotia for awhile, huh?. You smell like a pack, there Bunbun. What pack is that?" he asked, curious as to what pack Sebastien would have joined before finding Coaxoch and Till and joining Salsola.


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“Riiiight, it’s just that I thought I heard someone say they were a handsome gentleman,” Bastien retorted with a giggle at his friend’s jibe. He shifted his weight from foot to foot whilst he tried in vain to brush off the debris that clung to his body. His nose twitched at the unpleasant aroma he now wore, stagnant muck. If he had been hunting such an odour would have been useful but outside of that activity it wasn’t how he would choose to smell.

He turned to glance at Coax as he shrugged, and his eyes settled on Ixion. The fair male smiled at him as he clarified the reasons his father bestowed the feline into his care. When he mentioned about the need to overcome fears, Bastien nodded slowly. His Dada had always said that anxiety was like an anchor that could weigh you down and ultimately drown you, if you let it take charge. He tilted his head to one side at the other’s claim that Ixion had helped him before, and decided that if his brother felt safe with him being around then he could extend his own trust. The farmer’s son would not risk that same faith to the bobcat should his own ducks be involved, however.

Coaxoch did not seem bothered by the dirt that speckled his chest, and went so far as to offer a solution. Bastien faltered in his attempts to unclog the grime and met the sky blue orbs of the other warily. The concept of sharing a bath with another was not a novelty to him either, as he had bathed with his family members numerous times during his youth. Besides, sharing water was more efficient than gathering water for a soak alone.

His hands tangled themselves into his wild, sodden mane as he inwardly chastised himself as he stalled for a response and likely made the innocent invitation weird. Coax couldn’t seem to be dissuaded from the idea as he correctly pointed out the state of his garments and even offered an item to wrap about his nethers. Bastien let his arms fall to his side, and picked a flakelet of snow from his knees. ”W-whuh? Yeah you’re right, I’m not going to warm up any quicker with these on. But won’t the water be close to frozen?”

The Ulrich rotated his shoulders and smiled breezily at him; Bastien had to admit that the thought of spending more time together would be good. Coaxoch laughed at his enthusiastic reasoning for leaving the Black Isles, before an abrupt change settled upon his face. The hound’s brows rose in concern as he assumed it was something at home that was caused him to hesitate. Possibly his family life was strained and that was what brought him out alone?

Coaxoch spoke and put that doubt to rest, however, and the Stone nodded with acceptance. It made sense that if you wanted to acquire a gift you either had to work hard at or find another who had talent. His friend went on to clarify that he couldn’t traipse into his pack, Salsola, with a guest unannounced and the hound’s ears tucked back. From what Bastien knew of the other he was certain that his words were honest, and not a gentle snub at their friendship.

The other man’s pale muzzle snuffled, as he noticed the pack smells that drifted from the hound. “I settled with farming folk and spiritualists to the west of here. They call themselves Krokar. Have you met them before, Coax?”

Bastien would leave out his time in Portland for now - it was a raw wound that needed time to scab over. He had found the link to his past, and was determined to make the most of this auspicious chance that the Gods has given them.
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Coaxoch Ulrich

I can't let it break where it starts to bend

OOC: meow 528


"What, me? Never!" he teased the other male with a wink, a smile, and a deep chuckle. Coax enjoyed nothing more than messing with Sebastien and it had been so long that he missed every second of it. He wondered slightly if the other male felt the same way, but Coax was not inclined to tell him how much he missed the other, no, for words would only shame such a deep feeling. Instead, he chose to show it in hospitality and warmth. Coax had been more than excited to be around the other male again, and this was easily shown in the back and forth swishing of his small tail. Still, this tail had been longer than Bun's own, but Coax dared not speak of it, for Bun could always turn around and make fun of his arm instead. Once upon a time they might have had the argument of their differences, but Coax could not be bothered to remember any negative memories involving the male. He would much rather remember those positive memories that brought nostalgia to his mind, and good feelings to his heart.

Part of Coax wished that this day would never end, because seeing such an old face was a blessing that Coax never thought he would be blessed to have!

At the male's question of the water being frozen, Coax nodded his head. "That's only if you don't know about the hot springs that are near here. They are easy to miss, but totally worth the visit." Coax spoke to the other with an ease that made it feel like he knew this territory like the back of his hand. He had been familiar with the area because of Till's travels, so it had not been a surprise to him that Sebastien had not known of the Hot Springs. "My father found them one day, and I think that I remember the way there." he told the other as he motioned for him to come along, and he started to walk towards an unbeaten path through the thick overgrowth.

Coax did remember the way, but he might or might not have decided early on that they would take the scenic route to catch up a little bit more.


Coax listened to the male talk about his new pack, and almost kinda felt annoyed that Bun would dare settle for a pack that was not with Till and Coax. He didn't let this show though, but instead he still wore a smile. He liked learning of other packs, and Coax had not heard of, nor had any interaction with a Krokar wolf. "No, I haven't met a Krokar wolf before. You'd technically be the first one!" he spoke with another chuckle.

"Did you even know that we'd be in the area too? Not gonna lie, I feel saddened that you have been here for so long, yet we never crossed paths." Coax spoke, failing to mention how dangerous the last few months had been to leave Salsola, and this had been the reason that they had not visited the goat farmer and his kin.



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He laughed easily at Coaxoch’s teasing. It reminded Sebastien of their shared youth, of how quickly an argument would would turn into amusement between them. His own body language mirrored the other man’s as the swaying of his tail and hips made it appear as though he was wobbling on the spot.

His brows rose as the hybrid mentioned the hot springs nearby, and that they were easy to overlook. Bastien crossed his arms behind his head as he listened to his friend speak confidently about the area. The Stone male wouldn’t know where to start. Heck, he didn’t even know what hotsprings were besides what others had told him.

He fell into stride with Coaxoch as he started along an overgrown path. With long strides he drifted to the Ulrich’s side and turned, hopping on the spot as he questioned his friend. “Nice! How do we find them then? Anything we need to look out for?” He mentioned that Till had found the springs on one of his journeys. The pale-faced man always seemed to have a lot of stories to tell when Bastien was young, of wonderful places and the interesting folk he met along the way. He held back a thick scrubby plant that threatened to cut them both with its thorns as he let Coax lead the way. “How is your father?”

Bastien was beginning to suspect that the fair hybrid had taken them the long way round - the trail was littered with uneven ground and debris, but he didn’t voice this aloud. He trusted Till, and knew his son well enough to extend that to Coax. His rosy gaze drifted to met the other’s eyes as he spoke about his home, and caught the easy-going smile on his lips. The hound’s ears perked from beneath his auburn hair as the shaman admitted he hadn’t met a Krokaran before, “Heheh! Go me!”

The men’s laughter mixed together into a single ringing sound, as it always had.

Until Coaxoch spoke. Bastien froze as the other expressed his disappointment that he hadn’t sought the Ulrich family out. He exhaled a long trail of vapour into the air as he looked away. “I uh, I...I’m sorry.” It would be easy to retort that neither had the other two, but that wasn’t his way. “I understand though. Life happens, right?” The hound tried to catch the summer blue orbs of Coaxoch to gauge his reaction, when his muzzle twitched.

An unpleasant odour drifted towards the Luperci, a thick curtain of warm air accompanied it. He coughed against the stink of rotting matter, and covered his mouth with his hands. The ripple of water distracted him, as the trees thinned and the ground hardened with rocks. They halted beside several pools, edged with stones of various shape and size. His arms fell to his sides, as his head tipped to one side to watch the bubbles that formed at the surface. “Wow!”

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Coaxoch Ulrich

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Excitement bloomed in his chest as he walked along with the male that he had not seen in so long. He almost couldn't believe that they had met here on pure chance, and that was part of the reason he felt the excitement bloom within him, where most things would not cause this sort of a reaction within him, it felt like the visiting of the male was breathing new life within him. It was like a fresh breath of air after being submerged until his lungs wanted to burst. He breathed deeply and aplenty now, not nervous, but his heart raced with excitement of their adventures to come. He would not let Sebastien go, now that they were together once more. At least, he would try to make their time together meaningful, for Coaxoch knew more than anyone about the loyalties that lied within a pack's rank. He wished that he could take Bun back to Salsola, that he was a loner, and that he could vouche for him to come and live with him among the thistle and snakes. That they could be together like they were when they were children.

It hurt him to think that their time together would come to an end today at some point. Coaxoch would make a point to keep a hold as long as he could though. He doubted that Bun would protest.

"We gotta look for the lessening of the dirt and muck. The ground turns to rock well before the Springs. Might have to squeeze through a crack in the wall though, it's pretty well hidden by Mother Earth." he told the other, a smile beaming on his face. He felt so normal around Bun, and almost felt as if he had two arms, that there was nothing wrong with him, or different at all. It was a comfortable feeling. He blinked at Sebastien as he asked how his father was doing, and he still smiled lightly. "Till is well. He has a new mate, now. They have young children too. More brothers for me." he told the other, happy to tell Bun about the arrival of youth among them. Coax did not mind his child siblings, he loved them really, but he was likely to keep their existence a secret from those who did not know him well, or those he did not want to know. "How is Garreth?" he asked, wondering when the last time he had seen the old pirate by now, and how long Bun had really been gone from his parents' wing.


They laughed together as they walked along, catching up on old times, joking about things of old, and daydreaming about days ahead of them. Coaxoch couldn't remember when he had felt this alive, this happy, and he realized how important Bun was to him then.


At the question of the length of his stay in Nova Scotia, he saw the male reel back slightly. Coax had both meant to and did not mean to make this reaction come from the male, but he was glad that the other felt bad and apologized. He nudged Bun with his stump and chuckled lightly. "It's okay, ya' jerk." he told the other in a teasing manner. "Life does happen. We can't be blamed for time passing us by." he said to the other as they finally started to see the dirt turn to stone, and rock formations forming around them. The heat of the area made the air slightly uncomfortable, and the smell was something that you had to get used to, if you were not of the marshes. Coaxoch pointed at a pool and nudged Bun again with his stump. "Come on! let's get out of those nasty clothes!" he told the other before he trotted up to the edge of the warm pool of water and slipped from his loincloth. He peeked over his shoulder to Bun and wiggled his nub tail before he chuckled lightly and waded into the pool with ease.


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As the two men trudged through the damp wilderness, Sebastien became aware of the other’s eyes meeting his. Each time his pinks met Coaxoch’s blues he smiled back and shyly dipped his head. The looks occurred too often for them to be a mistake and yet Coax looked content. His body seemed to hum with animated energy; the brightness in his eyes and the spring in his gait hinted at this. Bastien breathed out, and smiled widely as he let himself be lead.

Somewhere along the way, however, something changed. The muck seemed heavier on his skin and clothes as they drew near to the springs. This likely wasn’t helped by the hound traipsing through brush as he scratched at the irritations caused by grains of dirt. A relieved expression crossed his features as Coaxoch explained that the wetlands would turn to rocky ground as they ventured nearer the springs. “Good, I’m tired of being wet.”

Coax’s smile never seemed to waver, even as he blinked at Bastien’s question. He nodded, pleased for both Till and his son that their family grew. “Wow. What’s that like?” His ears perked forward at the thought. The Stones consisted of himself, his parents and Sabre - imagine sharing a house full of siblings! The Ulrich echoed his question, which prompted the hound to tap his chin in thought. Images of his sire flooded his mind; he saw Garreth bathed in golden sunlight as he sprawled upon the sand, with laughter dancing in his eyes. “My parents are doing well last I saw them - must a been about a year ago I think. My dad spends a lot of time watching the ocean, and yet he is happy. All thanks to you and Till, of course.” His family was indebted to the Ulrich clan, although it was not regarded as a burden that loomed over their heads that awaited payment. The two had enjoyed a prosperous relationship as far as Bastien saw it - he felt no qualm in showing his appreciation.

Frozen in place as he was by Coaxoch’s disappointment, it was easy for the other to bump against him with his stubbed limb. The hound shot his friend an uncertain glance, but quickly recovered himself at the other’s chuckle. “Yeahhh,” Bastien laughed as he drew the word out. “I mean I guess it doesn’t matter now. We managed to find each other, so we can pick up where we left off.” He truly believed in his own words, and cast aside any doubts about the awkwardness goodbye could bring.

Just as the pale hybrid had said, the land became tougher as rocks jutted upward. The humid air mingled with the rotting smell to provide a unique atmosphere. Bastien brushed a lank strand of hair away from his vision, as he followed Coax’s finger. He gestured to a steaming pool and nudged the hound again, a playful cajole on his tongue. “S-sure thing…” He turned away from his friend’s retreating back to claw his way out of his own sodden things. His jacket was the first thing to hit the ground with a thunk, followed by the rest.

Undressing was taking some time as Bastien fumbled with the fastenings, and pulling clothing free from his gritty skin. Once bare, the male rolled his shoulders in an attempt to banish his awkwardness. Coaxoch was already in the water, his face kind as soft laughter rumbled from him. Okay, I can do this.

The hound’s attention was drawn toward the Ulrich’s rump as it shimmied with the motion of his wagging tail stump, and he squealed. “So cute!” He cleared his throat at this sudden outburst and practically charged into the pool with his head kept low.

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