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The man placed a paw on either side of her shoulders, gazing down at her as with eyes alight with immeasurable joy. To have another female in the midst of the pack would surely put him more at ease. Not that he did not care for the females amongst them. He cared greatly for all his brothers and sisters, but it was a family bond. For some reason, he felt he needed something more. Little did the man know that this was merely the cycle of life coming into play. He was a wolf grown, and his body was telling him it was time to pass on his genes and father a new generation. This was not to say that he did not care for the wolfess below him. Indeed, he cared for her a great deal. She’d been the only one he’d seen to be just like him, or at least, she had been once. Still, that same wolf was there, gazing back at him with bi-colored eyes. If there was anything he had learned it had been that, what Deuce had told him just that morning. The conversation was still with him, resounding in his head as each issue was brought to light.
She’d told him that when you changed you were still who you were before, only you could assume different forms. Still, the life of a two-legger was not something the man desired. But, to each his own, he guessed. Although it still made him uncomfortable, and he was not looking forward to ever witnessing a shift again. The incident with Terra put an end to all curiosity he had about how the process looked. Horrifying, had been the conclusion he’d drawn. Would it be so with Blind? His head cocked slightly at the thought, but he dismissed it as his eyes took her all in, beneath him on the ground, her neck and belly exposed.
His pelt was bristled and puffed up, the air suddenly electrified. His lips twisted up in a sort of grin. It wasn’t the silly expression he’d had moments before, but something more subtle, dangerous even. His muzzle traced a line from her chin down to her mid belly. It paused there and he looked up from under his lashes, gauging her expression. Her countenance was distant, worried, and he lifted his muzzle from her tender belly. Had he gone too far? Blind?
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