Thread: Queen of the Pack ((Maxaro & ViperFang))

Nou's further display of her flexibility as she bent over to collect her clothes was one that Thanrir both enjoyed immensely yet simultaneously dreaded. Every curve of the gorgeous sorceress' body seemed to call to him, begging for his touch, and while the Gnoll thought the sight was fantastic in its own right, he had to fight against himself to not pounce on Nou once more and begin negotiating with her until they were both too tired to move, at which point his pack would most likely have left them behind. Shaking his head both to rid himself of the thoughts, though imprinting the image of Nou's firm, supple rear deep within his memories among a myriad of other mental pictures of the sorceress, Thanrir armored up again, taking only a moment to give the ripped remains of his a slightly annoyed look. Even with his fur protecting him, his heavy armor was quite uncomfortable without any layers separating the tough metal from his skin. He chose not to dwell on it though, instead walking out of the small hut with Nou only steps behind him while contemplating her suggestion. Thanrir knew his pack could use the stress relief that mating provided, it had done wonders for him after all, but he chose to make it a secondary priority after finding someplace to sleep. With full stomachs, his pack could finally get a good nights rest, and after that their leader would make sure their urges would be handled... as long as none suggested they could 'share' Nou. Because that was completely out of the question, and Thanrir wouldn't hesitate to give a 'demonstration' to remind his pack what happens when another Gnoll tries to lay with their chosen mate. With his thoughts returning to mates again, though, the warrior was reminded of something else. The feeling of Nou's smaller tongue running across his, as well as the kisses she had placed both upon his nose and forehead. It was something Thanrir had never thought about before, but now that he'd experienced it he couldn't stop his mind from replaying it over and over in the background. Gnoll's licked each other frequently, regardless of whether the moment was sexual or not, but he had never heard of humans doing something like it. Though, the warrior also knew that after sleeping with Nou he had learned plenty of new things about both humans and sorceresses alike. The Gnoll warriors that made up Thanrir's pack stood ready when their leader existed the hut, and Thanrir himself took note of the ones looking at Nou with gazes that suggested they also wanted a piece of her. Listen up, you walking bags of scabs, from this point forward we're going to have a new member among our pack. Nou the sorceress. She's proven her usefulness to me already and therefore I don't want to hear any whining out of any of you, he barked loudly, unaware that the sorceress at his side could understand what he was saying to his pack. She'll be sharing a tent with me, so don't bother complaining about getting less living space, and I also want to make one thing clear... reaching out with one of his hands, Thanrir tugged Nou as gently as he could manage to his side, resting his hand on her hip while still looking out over his pack, If any of you so much as think about touching her like Murrow suggested before, then you'll be expelled from the pack. That's the rule we've always had regarding mates, you all know that, and as such I, Thanrir Bloodfang, hereby declare Nou as my mate! She is mine as I am hers! The large Gnoll warrior finished his tirade by stamping one of his paws hard against the forest floor, extenuating the claim he had just laid upon Nou. A few snickers still moved about the pack even after Thanrir's declaration, though they clearly weren't once that should cause worry. Most of them were merely about jokes told at Thanrir's expense about him already being Nou's attack hound. One of the Gnoll's that stood closest to Thanrir and Nou stepped forward after a moment, giving the sorceress a curt nod of acknowledgement, before focusing on his leader. I took the liberty of ordering the boys to pack up the meat while you were... occupied, boss, so we're ready to go as soon as you give the command, he barked with a 'voice' even deeper than Thanrir's, his one good eyes shifting to look at Nou only for a moment. Good. Glad I can count on you, Drax. Tell the muts we're heading out immidiately towards the Crag basin. We're spending the night there, Thanrir replied before turning to Nou, letting Drax go to begin wrangling up the pack. You'll be staying with me when we make camp, he said, speaking now instead of barking. The place we're going to is called Crag basin and it's a fair trek away from here. When the pack travels we do so by running, and though I suspect you have some trick to help you, unaided you wouldn't be able to keep pace with us. If you wish, I could carry you on my back there, so that you may save magic? As he finished speaking, Thanrir let his chestplate fall to the ground before he lowered himself down into a crouch, presenting his powerful back to the sorceress, his newly freed muscles rippling underneath his skin as he readied himself for the run ahead.