OOC WC:: 451
His ears twitched to the sound of her voice joining to his. He felt contented, maybe this was right after all? It certainly felt so. Perhaps, he could be happy? When their song had ended he felt the caress of her tongue on his face and his closed his eyes and turned his muzzle this way and that, a rare genuine chuckle escaping him as he did so. When her heat scent had become too much to bear he sprung from her side, releasing that pent up sexual energy in the only way that made sense to him. He was exultant in the drumming of his paws, feeling the strain of his muscles as they propelled his powerful frame forwards. His ears twitched to the echoing footsteps in the distance. They soon caught up and the two wolves, gold, and grey ran in unison. The sounds of their steps became one, just as their hearts beating in their chests. He did not know where his paws were taking him, but he did not care. His claws made small clipping sounds as he passed over the abandoned highways. It was little more than rubble now, weeds and grasses peeking out from rifts in the stones, but it was solid enough that his paws did not fumble.
The boundary of a forest loomed tall and imposing to their left, but he paid it no heed. His steps did not cease and he did not turn. He lengthened his stride and his shoulders surged forwards as he raced towards an unknown destination. It wasn’t until the briny scent of the ocean began to waft towards them that he knew where it was he’d been heading all along. As his paws met the sands he began to slow. The moons light was refracted millions of times on the waves as the water was ever churning. His tongue lolled happily from his mouth and he finally reached a stop at the waters edge. It rose to greet his paws, lapping at them. The chill was sensational, a reminder of the winter that was beginning to recede. His tongue retreated into his mouth and the tundra wolf reclined to his haunches, glancing briefly at his new mate, before starting out to sea.
It was an uneasy sight, an entire ocean of turbulent motion, appearing solid, but being far from it. He’d never known anything like it, not until he met her. The smell of the sea was deeply embedded in her fur. It was a part of her. He himself knew little of the sea. It made him wary, and he feared it, reverently so. He feared it just as he feared what his future would bring…change.
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