i feel a bad moon rising; wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

ALL THE DOUBT YOU'RE STANDING IN BETWEEN

In the wake of Gale’s death and their move to Taiga, normalcy has since invaded Wolfbane’s day-to-day life. It came over him like an unexpected visitor and settled in for the cold winter, fueling the striped pegasus to travel, recruit, and try to settle internal issues. It came into Lepis’ life as well and left her ripening. Wolfbane had heard the second heartbeat inside of his mate as soon as it began to flutter. That alone had kept him rooted to this place and these woods, like a ghost in the fog that never seemed too far away from Lepis when she wanted him.

In new ways he senses her desires without having to read her mind, so he uncurls from the shadows of the fog to envelope his beloved wife and leader into the waiting embrace of his strong, bent neck and brawny shoulder. The rest of her lingers at his side where their mutual curves fit together as lovers should, and he relishes the strong signs of life already inside her. She is lovely in her ferocity against the season. He laughs and turns his nose to her waiting cheek, hums “Sooner than we think. One cold front is pushing through the next moon cycle and then spring will be chasing behind it. You’ll see.”

The way he said it was like a certainty. “The baby is healthy.” He murmured. Of course it was. Lepis had brought two individual foals and then triplets to term on her own. She was a fantastic mother. A rarity in these times. He could adore her for that alone. Wolfbane’s eyes rose over the top of her two-toned forelock to glance down at her spread ribs and flat spine. Their pupils dilated and then shifted rapidly, from one animal to another each time he blinked. He could see past her skin and bone with certain eyes, and could see the warm glow of another body tucked inside her own.

She wouldn’t have to worry about multiples this season. If she wanted to know the gender, he might be able to taste her blood and let her know. For now he thinks he should just listen, though.

“And you? How are you?” Her husband wants to know. “Is it the season or something else?” He teases her, lowering his chin and playfully tugging at her lovely hair. “Taiga’s no Loess.”

WITH WOUNDS THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN

WOLFBANE

@[Lepis]