[MaMa] I'll be your sunshine in the rain
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Word Count :: 563Winter, cos I read that Neela likes it, if that's ok? Optime. After Neela leaves Ichika, but erasing Tony from the timeline, sorry Tony.

He had initially thought that he would travel for a long while, not stopping in one place for too long. Originally Nova Scotia was going to be a stepping stone for him, a place to explore before he moved on to the rest of Canada and then America. He had wanted to see all that the world had to offer, but things had changed. After landing here, half drowned and bewildered, he had met many strangers, taking the interactions in his stride. Among these strangers had been many females, most of them attractive and interesting enough to catch his eyes, like the dual toned Axelle, and the golden furred Grace, but he had moved on from them and kept their conversations as pleasant memories. So when he had met her he had been shocked. She was unlike the others, stronger and nobler, while being entirely beautiful. He had never had this reaction to another before, he had thought he was doomed to love only his family and his quoll companion forever, but he knew, as soon as he laid eyes on her that he was in love.

It hadn't been easy; she was older and far more experienced than he, and she had a past that she seemed to want to run away from. He didn't know everything about her, but he knew that there was nothing that could stop him from loving her. He knew that once you got past the jokes and the lively exterior there was a quiet and gentle soul, many of these tender moments saved for those she cared about the most. He also knew that she loved the winter months, her long and thick coat protecting her from the harsh cold and winds, so he assumed that she must be happy now, the snow thick on the ground and their den almost blocked off by the powdery white stuff. Baird was miserable in this weather, shivering dramatically as even his winter coat, used to the warm Australian climes, was inadequate. He was usually loathe to wear clothes, his kangaroo suede loincloth usually more than enough coverage for him, but right now he was swathed in as many layers of cloth and fur that he could find, including the furs and blankets from their bed.

He huddled up in their den, wrapped in his layers with both Pan and Gelar snuggled up with him, the quoll and kookaburra shivering almost as much as he was. He lamented the fact that he had to cover up his tribe scars in this cold weather, but the only canine that he wanted to show off to already knew the scars and dyed fur like the back of her own paw. He smiled as he thought of her, wondering where exactly she was and contemplating emerging from his bundle of blankets to go and look for her. Just one flick of his green eyes to the entrance of their den was enough to discourage him, cementing his desire to stay warm. He fumbled underneath the blankets and found his lucky rabbits foot, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it, whispering to the ratty brown fur, "Bring her back safe to me. And soon." He fixed his eyes on the entrance of the den and waited for her red, brown and white furred form to break the monotony of the snow blanket.

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OOC Laughs

The boat hit ground with a horrible screeching sound as several tonnes of wood slammed into the pebble beach, gouging a trench that the Meria stuck in firmly. As always Neela winced at the noise, silently despairing the bottom planks which would need replacing soon. There were better places to land here; a sandy beach 10 miles north and even an old human pier in relatively good condition double that distance south but Neela had been out on the sea for just shy of a day and a half solid, and she wanted to get home, back to Baird.


She dismounted the Meria with a jump, sack of fish held in one hand and several chains running back to the Meria in the other, wincing as the small pebbles dug into her feet with the impact. As damaging as this landing was to the boat it did have the advantage of many solid rocks that could hold the Meria from drifting away and it was simple job to loop some chains over them; the sandy beach would have required driving pegs into the nearest firm ground and that sometimes took near as long as the walk back would.


Neela spared the glistening, perfect snow one lingering look and then tied the sack onto her back and went down on all fours, shifting into Secui form and racing into snow taller than herself. Tankfully the snow was lightly packed and Neela’s Secui form could push through it easily, slowly frosting the collie with white as she pushed her way towards home. Neela’s tail wagged fiercely as she bounded forwards, spreading snow behind her like a small propeller. Neela caught sight of the den off in the distance and barked loudly, announcing her approach.


Neela broke through the snow backing the door at a jump, emerging from the bank like a furry, red comet. She slipped as she went, landing on her belly in front of Baird. ”Ummmm, I brought food.” Neela said embarrassedly, picking herself up of the floor. Deftly she worried the knot holding the sack on her shoulders loose with her teeth and shrugged the bag off before shaking herself vigorously, spreading droplets of water and snow around.


Neela looked up again and laughed; Baird’s bundle of blankets was now flecked with white all over from the flying snow. Tail wagging Neela began to shift, her back arching as bones lengthened and fur softened. Experience had made Neela a quick shifter and soon she was standing on two feet, pushing her newly grown mane off her face. Rather than bothering for her usual ponytail Neela just pushed all her hair so it was going down her back and then started to worm her way onto the blankets with Braid, tail wagging; just because she didn’t particularly need the extra heat didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it, and the proximity to Braid made it all the sweeter.

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Word Count :: 913 Baird is a complete derp... And hates snow. I hope Gelar clambering on Neela is ok?

A muffled bark in the distance heralded her arrival. His ears shot upright from their miserable droop and his emerald eyes lit up, tail stirring the blankets as it attempted to wag in the midst of the swathe. Pan shuffled her way up from Baird's lap to wrap herself around his neck, Gelar staying perched on Baird's arms, feathers puffed up enough to make him look like a fluffy ball. The dingo man couldn't stop the excited yips that came from his throat, advertising his presence to the collie woman, as if she didn't know where there den was. Now that he knew that she was on her way back home he brightened up considerably, almost forgetting the biting cold, but not quite, remaining in his toasty cocoon.

Her unceremonious entrance left him covered in the hellishly cold snow, a little pile of the delicate white flakes resting on his nose, while his whiskers and eyebrows were gently frosted. He felt the frown forming, not that he was angry with his mate, he never had been and he couldn't imagine a situation where she would raise his ire, he was just frustrated that he was now covered in the cursed powder. His frown disappeared as quickly as it had formed when he actually looked at Neela, her long furred Secui body sprawled on the floor of the den, her bag tied to her back. She looked up at him, embarrassment registering briefly on her face before she announced sheepishly that she had brought food back. He was glad that her sailing expedition had been fruitful. He eyed the sack as she jiggled the knot with her teeth, he was about to offer his assistance when the knot came apart and the sack hit the floor, he estimated by the size of it and the sound it made on impact, that she had been fairly successful. They would eat well for a while on her spoils.

Neela shook after she had released the bag from her back, scattering snow everywhere. He moaned audibly as more of the cold white stuff splattered against his face and ears. He wanted to shriek as he felt a chunk slither down into his left ear, but resorted to shuddering and reaching one handpaw out of his blanket mass to dig a claw into his ear. Her laughter, even when it was aimed at his unfortunate predicament, made him smile. He gave his head a shake, whipping the snow from his face and shifting the flakes that had settled on the 'shoulder' part of his blanket huddle. He didn't much care that the outside of his cocoon was covered in snow, as long as the inside was toasty warm.

He looked up from his shaking and noticed that Neela was shifting, her secui muscles rippling to form a more lithe, agile and upright position. Her red mane flopped over her face and he smiled affectionately as she pushed it back revealing her warm amber eyes. "Welcome home sweetheart." He opened the blanket swathe slightly, allowing her more leeway as she tried to dig into the pile with him, her plume of a tail wagging furiously. He unlocked his knees, allowing them to separate so she could slot her body into the gap, bringing her against his chest. He closed the blankets around her, entombing her with him. He grinned as he captured her, planting an affectionate kiss on her lips. He looped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer. He didn't care that her fur was still wet, or that Gelar had nearly toppled off of his forearm as he had moved around, he just wanted to hold her close to him.

As it was, the Kookaburra shuffled off of Baird's arm, making his way to the female collie's shoulder. When Baird and Neela had started courting the bird had realised that the red furred woman had a knack with birds. He often defected from his 'brother' to sit on Neela's shoulder and Baird was way past being offended by it. Gelar snuggled into the long mane of hair as much as he could, trying to absorb all the heat he could take. The dingo shot his companion a curious look, but ignored the birds actions as he nestled against the muscled yet fluffy body of his mate. "How was your trip? See any other mad buggers out there, or was it just you?" His words were delivered with a cheeky grin, glad that he could be his normal jokey, sarcastic self with her. He doubted anyone would be out in this weather, but then he was judging that on his own personal preferences. the wolves of Nova Scotia could be hardier folk than he, were probably hardier than he. He felt a bit put out by that, but then reasoned that he would survive longer in a desert. That made him feel a bit better about himself. Yet following that logic he wouldn't be able to be with Neela as surely she would suffer severely in a desert, while he could adapt to survive in a snowstorm. He would never admit it though.

He flicked his verdant eyes up to her amber orbs, realising that he had just had an entire inner monologue about something he couldn't change. He hoped that by looking into her eyes he would distract her from the fact that he just zoned out for a moment. He didn't know how it would work, she was surprisingly perceptive.

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Not my best writing but tired, sorry :c

Word Count → 000


Neela happily burrowed her way into the blankets and against Baird’s chest, threading her arms around him. The kiss was returned happily as She squirmed against his chest, getting herself comfortable. Her eyes flicked sideways when she felt claws digging into her shoulder, noting Gelar’s presence. The triplets were nowhere to be seen – they had stayed with her for the voyage but when Neela had begun to head back inland they had flown off to hunt.


”Not bad,” she said in response to Baird’s question, resting her head against his shoulder while she spoke, ”Waves fairly calm an it ain’t that cold without the snow getting you wet, even you mighta been able ta handle it.” Neela smiled as she teased Baird about his dislike of the cold, raising one finger to lightly flick his nose, ”Lonely though, noone else sailing an if anyone was about they kept away from the shores. M’glad to be back ‘ere.” the with you at the end of her sentence was unspoken but made obvious by her tone.


Baird went quiet for a moment and Neela cocked her head in concern, noting how he was staring off into space. His eyes finally met hers and he seemed alright again but Neela was still worried. ”You alright Hun?” she asked.

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Word Count :: 612>.< So sorry for the wait. Hello last minute posting!

Gelar's movement reminded Baird of his mate's three falcons, he flicked his verdant eyes around the den, not finding the grey and white plumaged falcons. He figured that they must have stayed out to hunt. They would return when they felt like it, the dingo knew they could look after themselves, the triplets more adapted to the cold than his kookaburra. He gave the kookaburra a little tap on the beak and then snaked his arm around her again, adjusting his body as she settled into his chest. He felt a shoulder dig in to his ribs and an elbow clunk against his knee, but he didn't care, she was close to him and that was all that mattered. She returned his kiss and he felt a grin spread across his muzzle, warmth radiating from his lips and travelling all over his body.

The comfortable weight of her head on his shoulder was reassuring, an anchor that tied him to the here and now. He rested his muzzle alongside hers, feeling her voice reverberate through his cheekbones and his chest. He hummed in contentment, his emerald eyes slipping closed until her flick to his nose startled him. He yelped involuntarily, eyes shooting open in shock. He wiggled his nose to try an clear it of the buzzing sensation that the flick caused, once that was sorted he sent a cheeky smile her way, "I'm sure I would have been able to handle it..." He paused for a brief moment, eyes flicking to hers, "If I had my trusty blanket cocoon!" He knew it wasn't all that funny, but it was the best he could do when she was pressed so close to him. He tightened the blankets and furs around them again.

She may not have voiced the 'with you' at the end of her sentence, but he caught the words, her voice saying them in his mind. He placed an affectionate lick on her muzzle, burying his face into her mane momentarily, his words muffled by the long red hair. "I'm glad you're back here, with me, too. I worry ya know." His last words weren't a question, just a simple statement of fact. Her sailing trips, often taking her off for days, were great in the warmer weather, because if he wasn't with her he was occupying himself with hunting or gathering. But in the dead of winter, when the snow lay thick on the ground and his thin, golden fur failed to keep him warm he could do nothing more than sit and wait, longing for her return. Now that he had her he didn't want to let go.

It seemed he had failed in his distraction techniques, his emerald eyes not quite shocking enough for her to forget the vacant look they had attempted to conceal. He let a warm, reassuring smile touch on his lips, pressing his tough black nose leather against her softer nose. His voice rumbled out of his barely open maw, the Aussie accent that afflicted his tongue making the words lilting and exotic, "I'm bonzer. Just thanking fate I chose to stay here rather than carry on my Walkabout." He sighed happily, pressing his lips to hers again, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I could take the coldest of winters here, but only if I have you keep me warm." When he was younger he would have scoffed and mocked any male that said something so 'cheesy' to a female, but now that he had something that he truly appreciated he understood the meaning behind the words. It was all true, as long as he had his Neela he could handle the bitterest of winters.

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