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Much had transpired in the days that passed since the return of her fellow leader and pack brother. But with their return, normality was far from realized, or rather what once was before their departure had yet to be achieved again. Her routines were carried out in the mornings and afternoons with little Zeus kept close concealed within his sling made of hide. It was when they pair were beyond the den that she would free the pup and together they would play. They would visit the animals and bathe in the lake, run through the expanse and soon mirrored each other's scent, mainly the little one had been imprinted with hers making it easier for her to hide his presence from Jaden. And in the night she would pull him close, curl around him with her back to the entrance of her chamber insuring that no wandering blue eye would find the pup in the dark shrouded by the golden hues of her slumbering form.
But often did the lengths to hide her charge take a toll on her, keeping her awake in mind though her eyes were closed. Always tension with anxiety, worried that he would be found out. A simply talk would have abated all her worries, just something to announce that the pup was hers and regardless of his desires she would not give him up. She did not want to have to explain her charge... she did not want to risk that he would force her to get rid of him just as she demanded that gifts from that wretched bitch be discarded and never seen again.
Had her trust in him slipped so far that this assumption was even a possibility in her mind? Apparently so, but she was not ashamed to indulge it. It forced her to think when before her mind had been busy with chore. It force her to look at how the pair of them were now and make a quiet assessment. It was not provoked on a whim, but by the instinctual ticking of her internal clock. In the days before, she felt the changes underwent by her body and recognized the scent that emanated from her. And continued to endure the following processes as her assessment extended to all the males of her pack...her Family. But her thoughts often lingered on her fellow leader, keeping her awake in the night when anxiety was not enough to do so.
This night was no different, but she did not linger in her own bed in the hopes the hormonal tensions were just...vanish. Instead she ventured outside her cold chambers and into the warm heart within the mountain. The cavern s were welcoming, clouding the chamber with a faint, comfortable haze and a soothing atmosphere to lounge within. Her crawl into the cavern was awkward, her bipedal form poised to maneuver on all fours. One hand on the ground leading a leg forward, a repetitive motion until she came to lie beside a warm pool. She stretched along its subtle curvature, lying on her side with a hand propped under her head. Her tail swaying contently back and forth despite her thoughts, wafting the growing pungent scent of her readiness to breed. Though, despite her body instinctually preparing for this, her mind was far from willing to explore that aspect. Instead it was fixated on the days past. The anticipation for the future. Promises made in another time and another place where she did not have to fear whom she loved. Nor did she feeling the irrational need to hide anything from him.
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