Their frolic was brought to a disappointing pause by the large male bounding away from her. Very in the mood to play, the golden wolf remained on the ground, rolling to her back with paws drawn toward her chest hoping her vulnerable belly would make for an enticing incentive to prolong their play. But once her mate’s mind was set to another course, there was little she could do to detour him from it even if it was something as simple as a game.
Her large form rolled onto its side with legs splayed idly from. With her muzzle near burden in snow she looked to her pacing mate, following his movements under a curious gaze. An ear perked in interest as he spoke of the leisurely rising sun encouraging her head to lift and take notice of it. She would have been content to see the birth of the day from the confines of the den, but as she witnessed the bounding steps of her mate, she saw that he would rather experience something other.
Rolling to her stomach she pushed herself to stand upon her umber limbs before abruptly shaking out the fresh snow that clung to her pelt. “Where would you take me?” Smiling the female bound toward her mate in generous leaps, closing the minimal distance in a matter of seconds. His confession broadened her knowing smile having had to endure the same anguish while she was held up in his den not a couple weeks prior before their return to their shared home. It wasn’t a merciless captivity, but she understood well the stagnation that began to fester after a prolonged stay with little other than routine to occupy ones time. She chuckled softly to herself already galloping forward to test his enthusiasm. Supposedly this would be his moment of freedom, she assumed, and was not only flattered, but joyful that he wished to spend it with her.