Nothing Left to Lose
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As she remained by the strongly marked border, she was made to test her patience against the turmoil of emotion taking siege within her body. Could she find her calm again, or would she again let herself be victim to the ravages of what she struggled to control? Her whole body quivered with the strain, more than once falling flat to the ground as it the stability of the earth would somehow rub off onto her and make her still. Just for a time, she would remain like this. She had faith her strong call was received and it was only a matter of stretching her willpower just a little longer. But even on the ground her body quaked with claws embedding themselves into the ground to take hold of the earth and use it. It was torture, like a pup brimming with energy trying to force itself still when all it wanted to do was just senseless, jump, and romp through endless fields. But these were innocent thoughts compared to the desires that truly plagued the she-wolf's mind, growing stronger the longer she waited.

She leapt in place then, spying the mobile dark shape across the landscape. The wind carried to her the scent of her fellow warrior and without hesitation she ran for him. Her smile was grand, jaws split and tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. Her tail was high and wagging with excitement even as their forms collided and proceeded to dance around the other in the joy of their reunion.

Though his touches were innocent a show of greeting and nothing more, it was like an invitation to the female spurring the same actions of her though laden with an ulterior motive. Gold pressed deeper into obsidian fur as she made to curl her body along the length of his side. A swift but forceful gesture, a goading ploy to invoke a like reaction under the pretense of returning the elation in seeing his desired face.


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