I Know What {You} .Want. (Ressie)

[Action]

Salem
I know what you want. Even if you don't.

A bold parched figure appeared between two trees walking out of the flurry of snow. It had been just a shadow, but now it got closer and closer. The past king of Amareta slowly stepped onto the thin layer of ice as the snow around him slowly let up. It cracked and creaked, screaming and broke in easily. Paws became in cased in a cold fluid. Bowing down his crown, water slowly seeped up into his fleshy mouth. Slipping down his throat with ease and soothing the thirst that was once called it home.

Rolling his delicate satellites around, he picked up nothing and proceeded up over a snowy hill. Each step made it's own depressant into the ground. Brushing his gray pelt against the scratchy bark of a tree, a sigh of relief slipped out of his silken maw. The frozen rain had finally stopped falling atop his bodice. Inhaling through his nose, he smelled an unfamiliar smell. The smell had Thunder on it, but other scents mixed in. Auction Rock.....slaves.... A pretty good picture of what happened swept into his thinker. He knew why this fem had come to find him.....his poor son didn't have the heart to breed. The elderly king understood though.

Taking his silken pelt off of the rough bark, he pushed a paw forward into the snow. It immediately sunk in. The yellow-golden sun's beams reached out and thawed the snow quickly though. There was very little white fluff on the ground at the moment and it was gone in about half an hour. Groping down the hill, he assembled his thoughts evenly. Licking his chops, he ascended quickly and efficiently down the steep slide like hill. Then orbs spotted a figure. Finally, the mind told the wolven to think. Giving the ground a good licking with his claws, they stopped shortly in front of the fem. "You are my son Thunder's slave, yes?" If she was, the fem better watch her back...err her .ss. Licking his chops thoughtfully, his dagger orbs stared directly at her. Sharper than sharp.

[Resolution]

Maya
More then a little scared

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White feathers drifted down onto fresh beds of snow in Amareta, the first snow Maya had seen here. Her orbs glanced around her, taking in the tall firs and the contrast between their dark trunks and the white flurry around her. This place was certainly beautiful in her eyes but it was such a shame that she had to walk through them as a slave, a toy for the pack members here. At least that was what her role was for today- to be mated with so she could mother pups.

She walked on for a bit uncertain whether she had gone in the right direction. What had Thunder said again? She was sure she was in the right place but there was no sign of Thunder's father or any wolf for that matter. Not that she really wanted this Salem to come though. Sure, the thought of pups was slightly appealing but losing her virginity this way? Maya shifted uneasily and looked down into the snow. Her brother had once told her that every snowflake was different but there were billions and trillions, how could every single one be different?

Suddenly, she heard paw steps behind her and Maya whirled round to face the wolf that had come. He certainly fitted Thunder's description but she remained hopeful, maybe he wasn't Salem, just a wolf that looked exactly like him. She scolded herself for being stupid and her scolding voice agreed with what Salem said completely

"You are my son Thunder's slave, yes?"

Maya couldn't help but feel her heart plummet as she heard these words. So this is it then. She nodded her head slowly and inadvertently tucked her tail in between her legs, an instinctive reaction. She felt awkward here and it was strange. She had always avoided talking to any other male apart from her brother and here she was, about to mate with one who she had never even met before. Feeling the silence drag out, she muttered "Thunder told me to find you." A piece of information that he probably already knew but what else was she supposed to say? She looked up momentarily and glanced into his eyes but they were piercing and she flinched, turning away again. As often as she thought it, this time Maya genuinely believed it- She did not have a good feeling about this.