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The bounty of life was growing more apparent now with the passing days, perhaps not seen, but felt now that the woman's heart was open to feel the internal change. She smiled more with hope, dancing along the still damp grounds of the territory with elated leaps and bounds. Even a hunt, a savage and merciless act, was pursued with naught but true happiness on her muzzle and blood drenching her maw. The carcass of a fawn hung limp by the neck, the scent of the kill still fresh and fragrant with but an hour's musk of stagnation. A celebratory meal for herself and X'ies.
Though the pair could hardly look further from infatuated with the other, there were those chance glances or moments when light would touch blue and gold, and then the perceptive eye could see there was more than the mutual respect. There was the shimmer of the bond the two shared, woven over many seasons of time together and memories shared. This would be but another memory the two would have together, taken in silence as the succulent flesh of young meat caressed their tongues, tinged with the quiet accent of celebration.
On flighty paws, she near the mountain keep with prize dragging along the ground covered by the long lengths of her wild mane. Her steps were awkward, but progressive, the lumber of a woman weighed down with life and aching joints but gifted with a will to advance on with confidence. The turning stalks and leaves of leave would bend and break to her force without mercy or care. But those fragrant stems dotted with lingering color would earn her careful steps around so that they would continue to thrive on til they fell on their own. To these she spotted, with muzzle drenched in red, she would touch her nose to the gentle petals, inhale their delicate aroma and press on, leaving a smudge of red as mark of her touch. A taint to purity. And she thought nothing of it.