No Holding Back

Ciara O'Callahan · 02-14-2012, 09:22 AM

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OOC:: Shiny new table! Big Grin WC: 620

In Character

Ciara let out a thrilled laugh when the coywolf jumped in after her, turning her head to the side and flattening her ears back in case he left some small tsunami in his wake. When he was safely in the water, and swimming in a loose circle around her, Ciara tipped her head out to nip playfully at his side. When he splashed, she crashed one large paw down over the surface of the water to bring a mini-splash his way. It was nowhere near as effective as the male’s, but it served to flatten the comical hairstyle he was sporting.

She didn’t mind the cold at all. Growing up on the coast of Newfoundland, she’d grown used to frigid temperatures at a young age. Her mother often found her down at the shore, swimming in the direction of a far off iceberg. Her mother would call out frantically, yelp and howl after her, until Ciara resigned herself to returning and spending the day stuck in the den with her fur being furiously cleaned. This river water, while cold, was nothing compared to what she’d been in before.

Already being a skilled swimmer, Ciara moved through the water gracefully. She was quick, too, so when her companion began to swim for the shore she paddled after him, straining her neck to see if she could catch the sopping tip of his tail between her jaws. Unfortunately, Ceri was able to crawl up on the riverbank before she could catch him, and had turned around to offer help by the time Ciara was at the edge.

With a little smile, and a shake of her head, Ciara pulled herself up. She dug her front claws into the muddy back and hoisted until her slender body was safely on the bank. “Thanks, but I got it,” she grinned, standing there in all her soaking glory for a moment. The chill winter air struck her, but even wet her coat still served to protect her from the cold. With her fur sleeked over her body, the male would be able to see that while she was young, she already had a very athletic build, lithe, with no distinguished scars, marks, or missing parts.

With a great, full-bodied shake that started at the tip of her nose and went right to the tip of her tail, the yearling rid herself of the water in one go. Now it was her own coat that stuck up all over the place, and she figured the best way to smooth it down was to move over to the male in a moment of courage and rub up against one side, and then the other. The effort succeeded, and she was then brave enough to return the playful lick he’d given her while in the water. Hers was carefully placed along the curve where jaw met neck, and she lingered a moment to nudge the space afterwards with her nose, before sitting back on her haunches on the partially snow-covered ground.

The golden flecks in her eyes were highlighted by the weak winter sun while she looked over at him, not nearly as shy as she’d been before he’d shoved her in the water. Play relaxed the girl, letting her playful and affectionate side come through. She sat close to him, moving to lean her own, smaller form against his side in a guise of needed warmth. “That was fun,” she said, a playful smirk on her muzzle. “So…what’s your name?”

She felt silly asking after they’d already spent the morning together, but she also knew that she needed to know it if she wanted to spend time with him again. And she did.

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