[open] are we lost or found

[Dayé]

when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,

The wild woman cannot help the semblance of a smile that curls almost wickedly on those black-lined lips, exposing the sharp canines hidden beneath. Sochi’s gesture of welcome causes a rumble of a growl to vibrate in her chest, pressing her slender head against the massivity of the tiger fondly. They fall away from their embrace and Dayé is met with the smoldering grin that only Sochi could command, sparking an excitement in the wolf that she had not felt in years. The prospect of a family, a pack, thrilled her to her very marrow.

We live.

Dayé cannot help the low, smooth howl of agreement that spills from her throat, then stepping swiftly towards Sochi to nip devotedly at her cheek. “A family,” Dayé murmurs, her coffee-brown gaze flickering between her two companions with sudden possessiveness.

Her warm brown eyes follow the soft wag of Mazikeen’s tail, nipping at the air close to the filly’s wolf-tail playfully and then whuffling gently at the white of her shoulder as Dayé draws up beside her. “Hello, little wolf,” she croons to her affectionately, her dusty tail thumping gently against Mazikeen’s side before the wolf curls it around her paws delicately to sit on her haunches. Dayé had yet to realize that little Maze was more than the white and black wolf pup she had “sparred” with only a few days prior, so the wolf’s brows prick curiously at Sochi’s suggestion, turning her head towards the younger female with a soft pout of confusion. Her eyes, however, sparkle with ferocity and excitement.

“Do share,” she growls, her tail unfurling and gently tapping the ground behind her in expectation.

Dayé

where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.

@[Mazikeen] @[sochi]
Love them!