Kiko moved quietly to the rail herself. She dove over it, though, like she always did and turned head over heels before landing. She dropped to the ground as a human, but didn't remain so.
She switched to the wolf quick enough after taking a breath, tail high up in the air and her ears pointed toward him. The expression on her face plainly said he should lead the way.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
But he did not. Instead, he pressed his head into her side, then dipped and ran his head under her neck and muzzle, pressing upward and rolling his head to the side with a whine.
Kiko's paws danced around him. The wolf was an animal that lived for social contact. She expressed that, like all of them, in a myriad of ways. Touch, sound, taste, they went through them all when meeting another of the same kind.
Her nose flared when he rolled his head up beneath her neck. She made a quick wuffing noise at the attention, too. She was already making her motions in return. Her flanks skittered around trying to press against his body when he went past, tail curled out and hanging just level with her hips.
He was sure to press to her when he walked along her side, then pivoted and returned. When he came back to her face, he nudged her muzzle up with his nose, then licked her chin and mouth greedily, huffing air when her head tilted, almost tried to dodge his kisses.
Kiko shied outward. Oh, she wanted the attention. Her body returned to his for warmth a dozen times. But, it was so enthralling and she couldn't stand still. Her head snaked free of him, ears flip flopping back and forth and the sounds pouring out of her throat changing to huffing bursts of air.
Without warning she bolted to the side, her head down and her tail streaking out behind her.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell's eyes shone with delight when she broke free and as fast as she left his view, he broke into a sprint to catch up. The moon half full this evening and lent the wilderness long, sullen shadows. She could hide anywhere, but first and foremost - she would have to lose him.
Should she want to lose him. He'd rather find a decent bed for the night....
Kiko didn't run far. This wasn't a race she needed to win. It was just an expression of her excitement. She flickered past a stand of trees though, and out of his sight. Then, she hunkered down in the tall grass waiting for the sound that might give her the option for surprise.
And, like earlier, her excitement was obvious; ears standing tall on her head and waiting for the footfalls sure to come.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell's lips smiled when he lost her, he was hoping she'd like to play. There were nights where they seemed to run forever, that the morning never came. The two of them, silent shadows passing in the night, never lingering for long.
And then there were nights like these, playful romps through the woods surrounding their home, both of them prowling and pouncing at whatever opportunity took their fancy.
His nose did not meet the ground, that would be too easy. Instead, he slowed his pace to an easy gait and continued along the trail through here, all too carefree and happy. Deliberately oblivious.
Kiko rushed him. She waited until he was halfway past her before leaping forward and shoving the better part of her face and upper body into his flank. She tried to take his back feet out from under him and throw him off balance.
If it worked, it would put her on top, straddling his spine, and the idea that she could get him beneath her was doing wonderful things inside. The air was full of some of her favorite scents, too, which only contributed to her playful mood.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
She wouldn't find him too willing to resist such a pounce, he had willingly lowered his guard. Only with her of course, he could not care what lurked in the woods or what occurred anywhere outside their own private world. Here and now, her and he, under this moon.
So indeed, he was pushed off his feet quite easily and spilled to his side. rocking to his back. His feet looked to rock him back up, his spine like a short whip - but she pinned him in an instant. He froze, gave up entirely, eyes pretending to be shocked staring at her in open submission.
Kiko dropped her muzzle against the side of his jaw. She wrapped her mouth around it, and held him in place for a second. She made no sound, but her tail was flopping fiercely back and forth. His belly was exposed, and that only encouraged her to rub her head and chest into it.
She scrambled off him, though, before long and buried her nose into the grass. She wiggled back and forth that way, dropping to the ground with her paws all spread out. The scents came up to greet her, too. The crisp tang of the grass, the sharp bite of the season, and there beneath it all the earthy warmth of the ground.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell rolled slowly to his front, shook his head of the dirt, grass and debris and then watches her with a wolfish curiosity. His tongue hung from his mouth as he panted in a relaxed, enticed manner and his ears flopped about casually.
He stretches before he rises and steps up as the man then, smiling wide; a hand plucking a leaf from his sight as it clings to his hair. He walks to her side casually and then, drops to his knees and onto his front, an arm thrown over her. He laughed a little, eyes turning from her to the moon.
Kiko gives him a huffed out reply to that. She agrees with him. Their world together was so much better than hers had been apart from him. Her nose comes back around to push at the side of his shoulder.
She makes a pillow for his body, curling around his spine and ending up resting her nose on his knee. She makes no other sounds either, only sits with him while he gazes at the moon. She would howl, but the only creature she wants to answer that call is him.
And well, he is already beside her.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell smiles, something he did so often with her his cheeks ached. But this was much more, the feeling of complete and all encompassing bliss she stirred in him welled inside, petered out to each and every limb and made him so very alive - so entirely relaxed and complete.
He breathed her scent, enjoyed the comfort of her fur and set a hand gently on her cheek. He loved her like nothing else he knew, like no one else ever could. He would sleep here should she not stop him and so, his eyes closed.
Kiko stayed awake to guard his rest. She did not move, either, but for twitches of her nose or ears to various sounds and smells. She had spent countless hours wide awake in forests much larger than this before.
Her ear flickered. Her head shifted on his thigh. He had become so much a part of her life; in a rapidly short amount of time. And, now, through him; these new people.
Zaedus.
Chaz.
Katerina.
Alec, Kiga, Margrett were even more nebulous than the first three. Faces, mostly, or names and the bare bones of personalities. Nevertheless, it was more than she had allowed since Katsorou died. She'd spent a good four years with the same mercenary company, too. She couldn't even recall any names. Kiko was very good at building walls to keep people out.
She lifted her nose off the Wolf's knee and pointed it up toward the moon. Perhaps it was time she learned how to take those walls down and let some new people in.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”