How was he this to her? How was he something that she had been searching for, something that she could not find in the ranks of her own? Anu could not see another that needed such simple truth, and did not know another that she needed to prove her pure intensions to more then him. And she needed to know that there was a difference in what she had been told, he was not the terror that she had thought the day they had met, and now she was far less brave, more damaged and in need of an ally. She needed a simple strength. And she would be ashamed if any knew that she sought that in someone beyond her borders. Where she brought him the solid and gentle calm of the moon, in its soft glow, he brought her safety. Anu was not without security, but she did not need to worry. She did not need to fear that there might be another that could be hurt, nor did she think that in an instant she might need to defend herself in his presence. The only other place she felt such a way was home, the center of her pack and surrounded by the familiar and the comforting. There was a sense of home that filtered from the doggish male.
What was to come would affect all of them, though the variables would be different for each. The future would change and her mind would be moved from the care of her family to thoughts and hopes and prayers for him. Each would be tested, and what god would win? Oblivious to all the lay ahead, and blissfully so Anu smiled lazily at the male. She did not grow close to testosterone filled beasts, not many anyways. Still as he questioned her she did not feel the need to move and it was not just her heavy belly that made her unmoving the first time she requested her legs to stand. Anu nodded once,
“I suppose they will miss me.” The elder female spoke, her blue eyes looking to the carcass that they had produced and then demolished. It was time for her to return, for home and her pack would be waiting. Her heart skipped a single beat at the thought of the wolfess that might be waiting for her, and hoped she would be. But it was not for lack of the same comfort and familiarity that pushed her away. Slowly her legs began to work, and the meat they had left along the bones of the aging buck would be a feast for birds.