Relationship Status: It's Complicated
Ger was pretty sure neither of them had planned to spend the entire night in the woods, but the morning sun had been the only thing to make Gerwald stir as it hit his eyes. Katrine was still with him, both had spent the cool night together as wolves, and when Gerwald stretched out, his fur was clearly visible. It was the longest he had remained in his wolf form without returning to human shape.
He licked his legs as he stretched them out, then started to lick the top of the head belonging to the white wolf. Everything came natural, very natural, as if this was meant to be. It was easy to be this way with Katrine, and Gerwald suspected it was the most honest he could be. As the wolf he knew what he wanted. The wolf always knew what it wanted.
His eyes moved over to the open carcass from the night before. He was surprised nothing had come along to take it during the night. Perhaps the foreign scent of the wolves made other predators cautious. What could be taken for a smile formed at the wolf’s mouth. They had conquered the wood. Biting into the flesh, Gerwald took a couple of bites before he turned away from it, not as interested as he had been the night before.
They needed water, but Gerwald wasn’t going to move until she was awake. His snout nudged her, holing she would get the idea they needed to move, or head back to the ship. Both of them would need to wash before the day could begin.
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
He licked his legs as he stretched them out, then started to lick the top of the head belonging to the white wolf. Everything came natural, very natural, as if this was meant to be. It was easy to be this way with Katrine, and Gerwald suspected it was the most honest he could be. As the wolf he knew what he wanted. The wolf always knew what it wanted.
His eyes moved over to the open carcass from the night before. He was surprised nothing had come along to take it during the night. Perhaps the foreign scent of the wolves made other predators cautious. What could be taken for a smile formed at the wolf’s mouth. They had conquered the wood. Biting into the flesh, Gerwald took a couple of bites before he turned away from it, not as interested as he had been the night before.
They needed water, but Gerwald wasn’t going to move until she was awake. His snout nudged her, holing she would get the idea they needed to move, or head back to the ship. Both of them would need to wash before the day could begin.
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]