Thread: United We Stand (Yenpointfive & Moon Struck Fox)

Khale let her lead the way to her lodgings, remaining silent most of the way as he did his best to keep track of where they were, lest he need return to the surface and find himself lost in the tunnels. When she mentioned that she received callers at all times of the day and night he raised a brow slightly. I've gone my whole life without magic so far and The Pack has it at their fingertips any time of the day or night. And people think humans need a lot to get by... He said, giving her a little smile that reminded her he was just joking. Khale may have been out of his depth but at least he knew it. He didn't claim to have any idea why an anthro might need a sage's help in the middle of the night and so would not make any assertions about it beyond a joke or two. When she mentioned that she had previously lived with The Mother he gave a little sigh, finally fairly sure that he had an answer to a question that had been bugging him but that he didn't quite want to ask. Okay, so THE Mother is actually YOUR mother. He clarified, trying to get a feel for whether or not he was actually gaining a mother-in-law out of this marriage. When she mentioned that monogamy wasn't an issue here and offered to keep herself only for him she quickly shut down any other train of thought. He'd sort of suspected this but hadn't quite known how he was going to handle it. He still didn't have the slightest idea what he was going to say until he actually said it. I get veto privileges and so do you. If anyone starts taking their involvement with you to mean that they can behave in ways I wouldn't permit myself to act, I'll let them know. And, to the best of your knowledge, I'd like to try to make sure that our cubs are, in fact, MY cubs. He said simply. He found the lack of monogamy to be a strange thing and wasn't sure exactly how many of the rules he'd laid down would already exist, possibly as unwritten rules. He rather hoped that some of them went without saying. By the time they reached her den he was already cold. They were down too deep for the warmth of the sun to reach them, especially since tree cover kept the ground level cool as it was. He looked into her den and did a quick bit of mental math to see if he'd be able to actually lay flat. Nope. This room would destroy his back, no doubt about that. We're not sleeping here... He said simply, turning back to Wintersong. You are coming back up to that lovely tent your people built, sleeping on pillows, near a warm fire, and if your people should need lead turned to gold at the crack of dawn let them come drag you out from under a couple of fluffy comforters to do it. The young lord said with a slight smile. And I'm not taking no for an answer on this one. He added with a boyish tone that said there was either going to be an agreement on this issue or someone was getting carried back to comfier lodgings. --- Frostpaw could hardly say no when matched with Alyssa's enthusiasm so she began to tell the story of one of their hunting festivals. It was something tame enough that she didn't risk offending any sensibilities. Basically, the festival entailed one of their greatest hunters being chosen to track and kill some particularly elusive or powerful prey, in this case a massive buck that had eluded their hunters for weeks. If the hunter came back with the prey there was a feast, if the hunter came back empty handed or was lost then it was a day of fasting to remind everyone that the forest was not always so generous. This particular story involved the hunter in question eventually felling the beast at the edge of a human keep, specifically one of the outlying farms. The hunter, offered the humans a place at the feast if they would help him bring his kill back to the Pack. Naturally Frostpaw got a bit more detailed when describing their guests. Afterall, weren't humans the most interesting part of the meal? Well, naturally, when the sweet wine began to flow how could she help but take an interest in one of the farmer's sons? She obviously left out bits and pieces here or there to make the story a bit more suitable for the sexually unrefined but before she could get to the good parts she heard movement by the door. She stood and began a rather loud description of the boy to cover the sound of her footsteps, which were nearly silent anyway. She held a paw in front of her mouth as she spoke, her people's sign for silence, similar to a raised finger in front of the lips. In one motion the fox girl reached for the door and whoever was on the other side of it, hauling a squirming body inside by the collar. Sam looked shocked and tried to wrench himself free once or twice before simply reverting to a sheepish look and a glance at Alyssa. Her father's bastard had clearly been as interested in the story as she was. Frostpaw glanced at Sam and then back to Alyssa. Do cute girls make a habit of spying on you? She asked with a little smile that suggested the preferred answer was 'yes'. She did not, however, make any move to let Sam go. For his part, Sam glanced over at Alyssa, giving her a look that asked, but not quite begged, for her help. He could probably use his feminine charm to get himself out of this mess but that would probably only create a bigger one. Better to let Alyssa sort this out.