Thread: The Big Good Wolf (Frogger/Campion)

It was a relief to run under the moonlight, to feel the wind go through her fur and the power coiled in her muscles. It is not good to remain in her human skin for very long. The wolf is a restless beast, one that takes pleasure in the hunt, enjoys basking in the silence of the forest. It is also easier in many a way, considering that humans have so many... expectations of one another, and are so very quick to judge. Many a scent assault her nose wildflowers, the musk of oak and pine, the purity of the water in the river a ways away. Rieka breathed it all in deep, though she knows the scents by heart, have each and every individual one ingrained into her memory. It was easy to locate the scent of prey, to follow it. During twilight, many venture out from the safety of their dens to hunt and provide for their young, thus, it is the best time to hunt. Rays of silvery moonlight broke through the thick canopy high above, only banishing the inky darkness of night somewhat. High above her head, Rieka noticed a few birds dancing about... but being so small, there is no reason to try and go after any. It will not be long before autumn falls into winter. Many dry leaves crunch under her heavy paws. The minutes bled into hours, and it was late into the night before she went to return well, it would be strange to call it home, especially since she witnessed the mansion she has come to know as home burn to ash, but it is the place they are to rest for however long. Rieka shifted into her human skin upon breaking free of the forest, dragging behind her the corpse of a wild boar. It was not easy to take down the massive beast. Down along her arms were several gashes, all of which were crying red tears. In Riekas side was a somewhat serious injury, being that the boar did damage with its tusks. It is nothing to be overly concerned over, seeing as how she heals quickly, but she will need to clean the wounds first before that happens. Rieka knelt once she had the carcass settled by the door, tendrils of bloody dark brown falling over a shoulder to caress naked caramel skin, framing eyes intent on the task at hand. First and foremost, Rieka will need to clean the fur, skin the animal. If she were to use her claws, she may very well rip through the meat. It would be unintentional, but it is difficult to be delicate. Rieka ducked inside the shack in order to retrieve a knife she had acquired earlier only to be hit with the scent of tea, fresh, brewed with bark, and presented with the scene of a set table. After the initial surprise, Rieka could only chuckle and smile. You did not need to do this, she told him, though the gentle rebuke was rich, thick with affection. I still need to prepare the meat. Not thinking of the blood upon her person, Rieka moved to go through her bag, only to catch sight of a glass. A curious sniff at the air confirmed her suspicions. The tips of her ears turning red, she hesitated before turning to look at him. You do realize you do not need to do that, either, Rieka told him, dipping her head to make her point clear. I know many seek your seed, but I can go without. Your father was kind enough to give me some every now and then, but I do not expect the same of you. Rieka swept in to press a soft kiss to his temple, leaving him to his thoughts as she tended to the boar. Did he mean what he said earlier? About masturbating to her? No, of course not. It did not mean anything. He is a teenager. Like any young man his age, he is attracted to anything that has breasts, that has feminine curves. Rieka smiled a bit to herself at the thought, her hands going through motions she has not done in many a year, and yet it feels like only yesterday. With blood on her hands, Rieka went to wash up, and even ran her fingers through her hair. It is a good thing that the river is not too far off. It makes things easier. The boar dealt with, she did not hesitate to skin it, being she did not have the necessary tools to dip it into a pot of hot water and scald the skin. Rieka did not bat an eye as she separated the ribs, and cut off the head. It will need to chill for at least a day before breaking it down any further. It is a good thing she found a few rabbits along the way, to feed them tonight. It is not much, but at least it will hold them over until tomorrow. Finally finished, Rieka declared on a tired sigh upon entering the shack once again. A hand was kneading at a sore shoulder, and it was evident in her eyes that today has been a long day, not just because she went out hunting. I have rabbit cooking, if you are hungry. It will not take long. I am not hungry myself, so I may lay down for a little while. Rieka went over to him in order to brush a hand through his hair, like she often did when he was younger. A small smile graced her lips, while her palm came to cradle the back of his head. I want you to get some rest, Colin. I know it has been a long day but lingering on the past is not going to help the present. If it makes you feel better I can make him a grave, by the waterfall. I think he would have liked that. It would be a place for you to visit him. Rieka bent to kiss him at his temple before moving away to retire. It is pointless to let embarrassment reign between he and her, or something along the lines of social expectations. With her back to him, Rieka stretched her arms high above her head back arching with the motion, her nipples growing hard as a cool night breeze caressed her skin. A hand pulled the blanket back, and it was with a content sigh that she settled down beneath them.