Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

I thought you might be a little tired after using some of your magic, so it is best we stay here and rest. There is no reason to rush ourselves. The mountains will be difficult enough without causing ourselves strain before we get to them. Amarok said, and took another bite of his venison steak. As Zara shared her thoughts about their Trial he looked thoughtful, and for those that would have known him well enough, pensive. The wolf's features were not the most expressive, but his facial ticks could be picked up on if he was observed. The white furred head shook slowly. There's something we're not being told. I'm not sure exactly what it is, but you have to wonder why they paired us together for whatever Trial is laid before us. This is certainly no run-of-the-mill mission. Also having us meet a contact is highly unusual. Most teams are given more information from the outset, and we're being more fully briefed well away from the Academy. It is certainly unusual. Amarok mused, taking another bite. Eyes intent on the shapely feline as she tentaively rose to her feet, wobbling due to both the weak and liekly sore ankle, as well as her general fatigue after using her Healer abilities, the wolf nodded as she declined help. If she said she was fine then he would not interfere, knowing that her pride might be bruised but sure that she would not do anything to herself to threaten their success. Amarok watched her retreat to the horse and soon the cabin was in place and Zara told him to ask her if he needed anything. Will do. he told her. Finishing up his steak he heard the soft low groan after a few minutes, and assumed that Zara was favoring her ankle. Paying it little heed he finished his meal and made sure that the fire was well stocked but burning low and slow before he would eventually rise and pad to the cabin. Pausing at the entrance his nose lifted to the air, nostrils flaring as a strange heady scent barreled into his olfactory sense like a thunderbolt. Blinking he realized immediately what it was, and though it was weak and not at full potency, there was no denying that feminine smell. The sweet musk of Zara's pussy was both a deterrent and an aphrodisiac, and Amarok swallowed hard, torn on how to proceed. He could see her curvy shapely form on the bed and his eyes drank in the sight of her. Her soft full breasts and her lush hips, those tiny nipple tents under the thin fabric, and Amarok realized that beneath his clothing the large somewhat blunt tip of his cock had slipped from its sheath and he drew a deep shuddering breath. Maybe best if I stay outside for a bit. he thought to himself, though he knew that the smell of Zara would only continue to fill the cabin with that lovely but dreaded scent, her pheromones driving him toward a precipice that he wondered if he dared to cross. She was beautiful, but she was also feline, and he canine. It was highly taboo in their world. Not unheard of, but certainly unusual. With a start he realized he was still standing in place, breathing in deep lungfuls of her essence, and Amarok wrenched himself away from the door, his thighs trembling and his member straining at the fabric of his clothing, not even fully unsheathed, but the clothing not loose and being intended for combat. Padding to the lean-to he stripped to naught but the loincloth once more, the bright red shaft of his sex escaping from the confines of the loincloth, but the undergarment keeping him pressed to his inner thigh, his arousal growing and soon hanging close to his knee. Amarok took a seat and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate to meditate. After a short time he realized he was going to have to relieve himself to get any sleep, and so as quietly as he could he began to stroke that thick long cock, eyes closed and Zara on his mind.