[It didn't matter to him how old they were, he and Steve would always be rolling uncoordinated puppies that found each other in the pile. He had sucked on Steve's ears, little black tail wagging in the face of puppy growls and they had played when no other would with Steve. They had played and played, and now they did the same here and now. Friends from the beginning and never to falter in his mind.
He bounded and capered and wheeled about, showing both his agility but also his continued excitement to be close to Steve again. His friend was big and impressive, all muscle and strength and bulk, the kind of werewolf that could make strong ties with many of the other clans, make strong pups of the brightest gold. Steve deserved that happiness, that life after so long fighting for everything just because.
He didn't deny that Steve's scent filled his head pleasantly and tickled at the warmth in his belly that would make itself fully known in a day or so. On a primal level, Steve had always been what he wanted, but logically, he knew it was not meant to be. His grandfather expected to use him to gather in another pack alliance somewhere far away.
He and Steve were close to home, no particular benefit for their pairing. He wanted it, especially as he groomed the other and made happy noises. He hadn't known how much he wanted it until this bounding play, and there was a part of him that knew if he flagged his tail and pressed his hips into Steve and felt the heavy weight of the other on his back... he'd ruin every plan that his grandfather had for him and the future ties.
He nudged Steve's snout with his own in return before he dipped his head until his brow was under his friend's strong jaw.] ...it won't happen. Grandfather has... plans for me this gather. I'm... well, I'm his bargaining chip for a new alliance.
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He bounded and capered and wheeled about, showing both his agility but also his continued excitement to be close to Steve again. His friend was big and impressive, all muscle and strength and bulk, the kind of werewolf that could make strong ties with many of the other clans, make strong pups of the brightest gold. Steve deserved that happiness, that life after so long fighting for everything just because.
He didn't deny that Steve's scent filled his head pleasantly and tickled at the warmth in his belly that would make itself fully known in a day or so. On a primal level, Steve had always been what he wanted, but logically, he knew it was not meant to be. His grandfather expected to use him to gather in another pack alliance somewhere far away.
He and Steve were close to home, no particular benefit for their pairing. He wanted it, especially as he groomed the other and made happy noises. He hadn't known how much he wanted it until this bounding play, and there was a part of him that knew if he flagged his tail and pressed his hips into Steve and felt the heavy weight of the other on his back... he'd ruin every plan that his grandfather had for him and the future ties.
He nudged Steve's snout with his own in return before he dipped his head until his brow was under his friend's strong jaw.] ...it won't happen. Grandfather has... plans for me this gather. I'm... well, I'm his bargaining chip for a new alliance.