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Jiva woke up to a sweet scent in his nose, and he could feel himself press up next to his mate to realize this was her scent, not her usual and his nose twitched as he tried to move closer to her and figure out this tantilizing scent. It didn’t take him long to figure it out. He opened his eyes looking down at his sleeping mate and smiled warmly, but looked around the cave, many of the others were asleep still and he was sure he would not be getting back to sleep any time soon. So though one thing was pushng through his head, he was able to think clearly enough to get an idea of something to do with his mate, not just an act but to make it special for him and her. He gave her a soft lick to her temple, though wanting to stay he knew he could think better when he was away from the alluring scent.
Pulling himself up he trotted out of the den at a casual pace. He headed out into the open air and just took a walk, it was half an hour before he could get his head on straight and he then headed straight for the garden she cared for, taking a moment to change into his optime form before finding himself in the quiet spot hearing the jingling of the windchimes he had given her when they had their drunken night together. He moved around the garden, pulling weeds that were newly sprouted and watered the plants as the rain was sparse this year and he was sure she wanted the plants to live. He was thinking about hunting when Tobias came down from the sky, as though reading his mind and dropping the poor fowl that did not see him coming. The duck would be perfect. Who needed cooking, Jiva thought as he started plucking the feathers clean, letting them drift away from the garden in tufts of wind, waiting for his mate to come for her morning routine to find it already done and a breakfast wating for her, though he did kind of wish he killed it himself, he would not give this back to the bird that already gave it to him even though he was perched high up in the trees just watching him. Stupid bird doesn’t think I can get anything for myself. Jiva thought to himself.
Photo courtesy of Genista
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