[ His sister is swift and beautiful as she flashes through the trees ahead of him. He knows her without knowing, wolflike thoughts accepting the awareness without questioning it. Lauralae, little one. His memories of her are rich with desire and protectiveness, a longing to have her and know her, to stand guard over their small pack and watch her grow round with his puppies.
He ducks through a stand of rhododendron and bramble, aware that she's slowed down, circling around her to arrive from the side rather than from behind. With a yelp of excitement, he comes barrelling into her, nose and tongue in the fur of her throat and her sides, biting at her with puppy playfulness and trying to roll her onto the earth. She has sharp teeth that could spill his blood onto the cold ground, but he's not afraid, knowing that any scars he earns will simply be markers of their union. ]
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He ducks through a stand of rhododendron and bramble, aware that she's slowed down, circling around her to arrive from the side rather than from behind. With a yelp of excitement, he comes barrelling into her, nose and tongue in the fur of her throat and her sides, biting at her with puppy playfulness and trying to roll her onto the earth. She has sharp teeth that could spill his blood onto the cold ground, but he's not afraid, knowing that any scars he earns will simply be markers of their union. ]