Post by Tay on Dec 17, 2010 13:15:01 GMT -5
Basile followed his mate. Like the den for their pups, she would be the one to pick where their first night as mates would be spent. It was not long before she found an opening in the side of the mountain. He watched her enter, wishing that she would have let him go first. The opening was to narrow for a bear, but he still worried. She emerged soon, though. A wide grin on her beautiful muzzle. He rumbled happily to her, nuzzling her when she came to his side. He nipped her once, lightly, then trot over to the opening. He copied her technique, laying on his side. It was a tighter squeeze for him, but he managed.
His green pools roamed the inside of the cave. It wasn't overly large, but it wasn't too small for them to have a comfortable night together. The heat from their breath and bodies would soon fill the cavern, making for a warm stay even in this frigid night. He stuck his nose through the opening, barking softly to her. He didn't want to bring any of the hanging rocks from the ceiling down upon his head. He stood by the entrance a moment, until he was sure he could hear Keeya entering from the other side. Then he quickly walked further into the cave. It did not go back far, but near the back wall a small stream of water drizzled down. A pool was created at the bottom, not very large or deep. It was maybe half of Basile's body length and not even deep enough to cover his leg to the knee. The water was cold and fresh, and he noticed that it drizzled out near the wall, a small crack making it a tiny, but effective river.
He scampered back to Keeya's side. You have done well, my Keeya. Not that it surprises me. He chuckled warmly, nuzzling her again. We have a small pool of water to drink from for tonight. He nuzzled her again, offering to show her the pool. His eyes were bright with youth and love. He drank in her appearance, marveling at how he had ever gotten so lucky. Outside, the wind whipped harder, the snow changing instead to sleet. It pelted the ground for a while, but did not last long. Soon the dry wind simply tore at the landscape, whipping snow on the ground up, to be airborne once more. The wind howled and fumed, like an angry beast. The sounds were lost on the young lovers. All they heard was the breath of the other, the heart beat. The whispered promises of matehood and words of love.
(OOC: Since there's a rule for no long-breeding, would you like to cut off here and let their night of romance go as it would? Or you can post a response, and we can end with yours. Either way. =])
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