Biting wind billowed around a solidly built figure of raven fur. The snow beneath would have stung like dry ice if she had not been accustomed to it. Overall, this was a day that all despised and those who had no necessary duties would stay home, but Fel had never felt so warm in her life. Three weeks had it been since fiery heat ran through her veins, and both passion and instinct allied into a wonderful miracle of future life. It was not yet visible on her, being so short a time and especially with her very thick carpet of a hide, but she could feel it inside. Pride, joy, and pups. Of course, there were also doubts in her mind, anxieties that plagued her- her age, the chance of something going wrong, the chance of her pups growing up to be monsters like their grandfather. But no, they would not know about him, even if his blood did run through their veins. The blood of the one who had renamed her as Felwolf.

With some effort, the large guardian managed to clear her mind. She knew it was early and most wolves, if not on morning patrols or hunting parties, were sound asleep. Her wide paws stepped on the snow smoothly at an angle, making sure that she did not make the snow crackle noisily under her. With long strides, Fel made her way to Alanoth’s favorite little clearing in Eden’s Hollow, hoping to find him there. She smiled and called out onto the wind, which seemed to carry her rolling words like a river would a leaf, “Alanoth, love? Are you here?” The fae wanted to see her mate, which she had trouble finding the time for a week or so now, wanting to know how he felt about everything, and simply wanting to see the love of her life.

White. Endless, pure, unadultered, white crystals so often associated with this time of year in these regions. Pups found them to be a wonder, adults found them to be a worry and nuisance, but Caretakers knew them to be tools. Alanoth had been exploring the minds of both pups and adult wolves for quite some time since first being called a Caretaker, and in all that time he had discovered that snow was an effective tool for teaching the pups many different lessons. From teaching them survival in the extreme cold all the way to navigating the snow without sinking too deeply, plus it worked in many different analogies.

Right now it served to remind him once of a tale he had been told once when he himself was young, of how the first snow flakes were created when two great snow wolves of the skies consumated their affection for one another. This created a litter, which created more litters with other great snow wolves until there was not room enough in the clouds to hold them, then they rained upon the ground. This reminded the middle-aged wolf of the litter he may very well soon have with his mate Fel, whose voice he heard carried on the wind. He smiled at the thought of his love, and rose from the place where he was laying, blending in with his own light colored fur quite well, then padded over towards her. "Yes, beautiful Fel, I am here."

((Sorry dearie. I must admit I kinda forgot about this thread. Terribly sorry. Since it’s mostly out of date, I will be more than happy to give you a new one in compensation.))

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