“I will say one thing,” Marrock said, “He had the scent of a vile Dark Tooth,” as he settled in his chair and conversed with Ylva who, impressively corrected him as to what his intuition told him in regards to Avonevah, as he had resided with himself that he truly did need help taking care of a growing she-wolf, particularly if the clans will have some high expectations that she would become just like her mother.<br/><br/>“I won’t deny that you are right,” he concluded, “ Avonevah…well she has attempted to bond with several other she-wolves but… it just didn’t work out in the end? I couldn’t tell you. I would hope and then maybe three days into it, she would be running strait for me in absolute tears. You? --- I’ve never seen anything like it. Like lost cousins or blood of some kind in all honesty. I imagine there are quite a few shocked members of the guilds but…they’ll just have to live in such a shock because quite frankly, albeit a sudden and strange turn events, I don’t think this was at all ‘random’. You know I wasn’t even going to go patrol or forage earlier this morning? I woke up and some strange feeling in my gut told me that I had to and I listened.<i> Sure enough that is when I sensed you. </i>So it can’t be just some figment of a chance. I don’t have all the answers… but I do know that this place has survived because of strange occurrences and those forced to act the will of Gia. I bet this is extremely overwhelming. You barely even had time to settle being flung to one place and then to another. It’s like that around here,”<br/><br/>Marrok heard the twang of pain in Ylva’s recollection so he had shifted his position and gently placed his right hand upon hers as she slightly began to tremble.<br/><br/>“Easy now…,” he said with the best encouraging voice he could perform, “You just may be right --- when…I had to tell her that her mother had passed she already knew. I didn’t have to say a thing though if I knew that it was going to be the last time I would hear her voice? I may have had a second thought to even tell the truth. I know that’s probably selfish of me. She hasn’t spoken since and…well…as much focus as I put in this little sanctuary… I will not lie to say that I miss hearing her voice --- even just a ‘father’ would bring me at peace.<i>One word.</i>It slightly frustrates me but at the same time I understand…<i>but it still hurts in the end.</i>I can’t believe I’m even confiding this to you --- but it may as well be. It’s the simple fact how she just up and gravitated to you! I myself welcome the sporadic change --- I could care less what the community’s consensus is. I’m particularly careful in that prior potential mates were simply going off of hereditary instincts just for the sake of being a Pack Queen. I have no use for these titles as I founded this place alone and half-dead to begin with. I’m probably this kingdom’s biggest heathen I guess… I don’t care for written fates, the politics of Kings, nor the terrible wars and atrocities the power mad follow for their own greedy ambitions. A rouge? Perhaps. I do believe in family and I also value the freedom of those who choose to follow their own way versus become subjects to some disconnected self-made royalty. If you would --- I would most certainly be glad of your help…if that is what can probably bring her back in some way? I would not mind that at all. I will say that this… Kathar… who gives off the stench of a fairly deadly and merciless group of barbaric wolves, will meet an end like no other should he dare enter our territory. It would be more beneficial if we could capture him and see what exactly was his intentions or what he has been up to…for your peace of mind. It sounds like there is more mystery then there is closure…so if there is anything I can give back to you for such generosity as tending to Avenoevah, I can certainly pay you that in kind because justice certainly needs to be fulfilled,”<br/><br/>It took a few minutes of him talking before he had realized their hands were comfortably intertwined as he lost where he was and was speaking.<i>The touch was calming like a paw dip into a cool creek after having run a long distance through the woods.</i><i>It was then their minds connected in a surreal image…</i><br/><br/><i>…The breaths gently puffing from flared nostrils as the leaves and crushed vegetation crinkle and cake underneath strong legs. The passing branches and plants are felt as his fur brushed along them, bounding and leaping effortless over logs and other natural obstacles, his heart palpitations rising as her scent gets closer. Its Lilacs and Jasmine fueling his chase. Ahead --- her tail wags as her amber eyes look back and there’s a playful yelp before she leaps up and over a slight climb upon the forest floor, purposely kicking moist leaves and fresh top soil in the air with a shake to make the debris fly from her tender fur coat. Marrock continues only this time his tongue is seen through his teeth as the chase has been athletically intense with him perhaps stronger in mass but she was much faster with agility as her advantage until there came a gully that ended at the foot of a small pond. Marrok’s own eyes darted and attempted to catch her scent but it suddenly became ever so slightly faded as he leaped onto a rock to get a better field view for Ylva. There was a howl. A smile then comes to Marrok as Ylva’s human form arises in the middle of the pond, whipping her long hair that had stuck together from being thoroughly soaked, her dark hair like a damp painter’s brush performing an arch before resting upon her water-beaded shoulders.</i><br/><br/>“ You are too slow…Oh Rouge Prince…,” she said with a slight laugh, “ Are you going to stand there and admit defeat or attempt to catch what you’ve been chasing…?”<br/><br/><i>A slight smirk followed by a smile arose from his pointy jaw line.</i><br/><br/><i>A splash. A delicate dive. A rise from the water. She splashes him pretty good as he attempts to shield himself before the fur lines and beast-appearances gently morphed away.</i><br/><br/><i>“ You are fast I will have to concede,” he replied in modest defeat but her eyes were now tracing his muscle lines instead and the look of play became that of a scouting lover.</i><br/><br/><i>“I accept you conceding Marrok,” she said softly, ‘ but will I accept you as my…?”</i><br/><br/><i>Before Ylva could finish her sentence, Marrok’s frame was against her as their eyes locked into each other’s knife-like pupils. The infusion of her amber to his green became a mesh of gold hazel. Ylva let out a mating growl as their primal instincts intertwined. A joint eruption of water as their bodies embraced for as the waterfall behind them allowed for a peaceful white noise, Ylva parted her drenched hair to the side that coiled around her shoulder and offered a supple breast to him, already heightened with its percolated tip from the rush of cool water and her brewing affections taking over her senses. <br/>
<i>It was an intimate gift for his indulgence as she felt her self-enveloped in his lupine masculine tenderness only shown between two mates. Marrok gently accepted and lowered his lips to…</i></i><br/><br/>As fast as his mind had been hooked it was also let go with him a bit over-whelmed with such an intense image as he had let her hand go.<i>The scent of Lilacs and Jasmine deeply embedded into his senses. </i>It wasn’t even embarrassment that made him retract, in truth, a strong part of him wanted to snatch its dream line tethers but his more respectful and grounded side pushed him back.<br/><br/>“I have no idea how that happened,” he said suddenly as if he had been caught doing something terribly lewd, “I’m…ehhh….sorry….apologize… something…. Wow…” he only concluded feeling the heat of awareness within his face but attempting to maintain some dignity beyond looking like a fool.