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Like someone addicted to heroin, Hawkspur had become addicted to straying into the Salvaje Valley, ever since he’d learned of the tunnel connecting the two together. It itched every scratch he was currently having and being there only sated his desire for a short period, then he fell from his high quite rapidly and craved to be their again a few days later. He’d learned of four packs, although he was only partially aware of their names and from what he’d discovered all four were a world apart from how he and his tribe operated. With them, gone where the family ties (or closer relationships with their pack mates that extended to a family-like basis, for the most part) and traditions and instead, where acceptance of outsiders into their ranks when it wasn’t absolutely necessary for their survival.

It confused him to the degree where his want to learn about them was explicitly high and he felt compelled to be around them to attempt to discover exactly why they’d developed these strange and baffling customs. Perhaps trespassing on their lands was just as bad as them trespassing on the Hó’nehe, but since he’d yet to fall foul of any Me’ko, he wasn’t too concerned and actually believed he’d earned the right because of their injustices against his tribe.

However, the nature of his wanderlust had brought him to White Rose Lake – although he was ignorantly unaware of the name and cared even less to know that it had a name – and his intrigue of exploration had quietened enough to allow a quiet stillness to settle around him as he neared the lake’s edge. With the suppleness of his breed, he bent his slender neck toward the glassy surface and lapped at the pristine water, whilst his senses strayed to vigilance in this stance. Having sated his thirst – literally, anyway – his muzzle rose from its bowed poise and his salmon tongue flicked out to pull the water droplets from his weighted down whiskers.

Considering the other wolves had been so plentiful throughout the Hó’nehe-htso’e, it was amazingly quiet up here and the Ahtono’e was surprised how little he’d seen of the stranger "cousins" of his.

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Lately there was a definite time scale on every piece of solitude he'd cornered off especially for some alone time and it was usually Salvaje wolves that where the intruding offenders, so he wasn't exactly surprised when another one did just that. Ironically, while contemplating the absence of these pests in their own lands – probably because they were all wandering around the Hó'nehe-htso'e thinking they (the Tribe) were all bloody ghosts – one should appear and walk straight into his very corporeal self.

It was like being jolted (unhappily) from a pleasant dream and the spidering sense of shock and muted pain was an unfortunate side effect that screamed violently in his inner ear. Flicking his ears back in the first signs of his aggressive side and bristling those spiny hackles up and across the length of his spine, his lips began to peel back… to be halted by the soft lyric of a feminine voice uttering an apology. Sorry! I didn't know anyone was-- When he turned toward her his very demeanour was soft and welcoming, nonchalant even in the face of what had just happened.

"Oh, no need to apologise. As I can't say that I mind…" He answered smoothly, connecting that penetrating gaze of his with hers. After what would appear a life-time – and it was a purposefully long and drawn out pause for effect – he would encourage his chords to vibrate for the second time, "I've never seen you around before. Has your prince been hiding you somewhere then? In case anyone's sorely tempted to steal you away from him?" He then flicked his eyes across her beautifully patterned pelt, before quietly adding, more so to himself than to Allure, "…because, I can't say I blame him."

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The direct manner in which Allure disregarded his behaviour and comments – for now – kept his muzzle tight with an unnatural silence and he slunk easily down to his haunches, sweeping his autumnal patterned plume across the leafy ground. Where as his bodice was stilled, the roll of his eyes continued to lightly scrutinise the fluid and terribly teasing way in which she drank from the lake, itself. It was almost as if every roll of tongue was agonisingly slow, each droplet falling taking forever to break and every action was meant to pique his senses so.

That darkly attractive headpiece would rise after a short time and her vision would tip, in what would appear a seductively teasing nature again, toward him. Oh, he liked her. At the mention of needing someone to pick up the slack, the darkly lined edges of his lappets twitched a little more to emphasise his attention, his own smile small, but sickeningly confident all the same. And the curves of his voice proceeded to pool off his lips with a drawling ease, "Oh. Anyone in particular?"

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The captivating bi-toned female took another step closer to the saddle-backed beast and with the grace of all feminine kind; she swept the finishing curve of her muzzle into the receptive cup of his preened lappet. As the breath of her articulation traversed warmly over every chaste part of his ear, skin and hairs alike, he resisted the urge to close his arguing eyes in a clear language of pleasure and instead gazed forward with a kind-of unfocused manner. He wasn't interested in what his sights appeared to be latching on to, he was more interested in what was going on in his ear because of his attractive companion.

"And I get the sense that your incredibly hard to please?" Hawkspur softly replied, twisting the cream plush of his muzzle to bump gently her darkly coloured cheek in silent repose. Then she moved away, increasing the distance between them by a simple step, with an envelope of coyness falling over the distinct twinkle of her teal eyes. With the warmth at his shoulder and consequently perked ear gone, he shifted his quarters upward to a stand. "I do, sweetheart." The Neve'heth male moved toward her now, slipping up close and extending his bi-patterned muzzle forward to nibble chastely at the soft ruff of her cheek.

Continuing onward, he purposefully brushed his body's side length down her standing form as his teeth edged their way down her spine. The brush of his own tail swept underneath her chin and down the intricate bones of her feathered breast before his forward motions halted, as Hawkspur began to tease the particularly chaste area of Allure's back, right at the base of her tail. His nips began to heighten in their intensity here, but never did his teeth break the surface of her delicate skin or cause any unpleasant (or undue) pain. Next, her wound impossibly tight around her hind quarters before taking the final stretch of his journey, this time stringing his jaws up the length of her ebony flank, up her neck till he ended up breathily murmuring in his bas-line notes into her ear, "But if you want it, you'll have to prove you deserve it."

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No sooner had the breathy spurs of his base-line rumble lilted across the caress of her ear's hollow did Allure once again teeter away from his handsome self without, so much of a falter in her elegant step. He found himself eagerly fawning the air where she'd previously been, flicking his ears back and watching her with a keen gaze, anticipating with the very outward flick of his flanks what this temptress had in store for him. She was a gem that was a rare find, as teasing as he was in his moves and oddly, Hawk found himself captivated and starting to hover up on the edges of his ebon nailed digits.

Whatever façade she'd allowed ample time to disguise the contours of her oh-so-beautiful face—and he really did mean that—the soft quirking of her lips into an upward degree and that devious twinkle in her eye denoted to this eager male that she was as desirous of the continuation of this flirtatious encounter as he. And that in itself was a raw piece of ecstasy humming through his veins, if there ever was any. Rather than chase her, he let the tousle of her mind grapple the decisions of whether to come back him or not… and sure enough, the fleet dance of her white-lined paws was bringing her back toward his lithe self.

He never uttered a word, but instead let the steady rumble of a pleasured growl rattle across the lengths of his Adam's apple, scrutinising every twitch of female muscle with a desiring stare. The snow cap of her muzzle's tip would brush against the soft creams of his in a gentle kiss and the peel of his lips would rear back to let his fore teeth softly graze her upper lip, before she did in fact pull away from his touch. Yet, where he expected her to dance away, caught up in arms about being around him, she didn't. Instead, Allure traced an invisible—but extremely satisfying—path down the ruff of his cheek toward the crease of his shoulder, where the tinctures of rough-play suddenly popped into the equation.

Surprised by the stinging nip received by this Novian temptress but thrilled all the same, he gave her one back, making sure that his love-bite would linger upon her neck's curve, longer enough for her prince to discover it. Moments later and the curves of her canine bodice was pressing against his, knitting their svelte pelts together and a breathy croon was to envelop his ear seductively. The boy sucked in breath, rolling his eyes shut, despite the want not too, before chuckling softly. He pulled his ear, reluctantly, away from the suckle of her breaths and swept his teeth up the ruff of her neck for a final time. His muzzle tip would find itself by her preened ear once again and it received the same attention he'd previously paid to it. "Hawkspur," he whispered sweetly, "And yours, beautiful?"

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