Baby, its cold outside (Attn: Therese) Private
Vaughn sighed and looked at the stack of paper work and then out the window. The sun was low on the horizon. The pack had already gathered in the woods. It looked as if he would not be leading the Lloer Vesha tonight. At this rate he would be lucky if he could catch up with them.
Putting his glasses down on the desk, Vaughn scrubbed his face with his hands. These reforms were going to be the death of him. He hated politics, at least he was fairly certain that he did. The ridiculous back and forth banter, the deals, the compromises and all the red tape. Seeing changes happen that he felt were for the betterment of everyone, that he loved, though he might not admit it.
Vaughn checked the sun once more; it could no longer be seen on the horizon. He hurried out of the building. It was snowing again, piles of it were already building up on the last snow fall. Vaughn grinned; he loved running in the snow even if it would make finding the pack that much harder. Impatient now, he jogged towards the edge of the woods, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.
Even as the woman spoke Thérèse could feel the daylight slipping away, the moon rising. It took an incredible effort not to tap her fingers or check her watch. She, however, suspected turning into a wolf during a meeting would kill the negotiations on the spot though.
Fortunately for everyone involved things finally wrapped up, the Arch had a speak booked for four lectures next month and Thérèse flew out the door scant seconds behind them. She kept watching the sun set as she drove and was very tempted to stop at the preserve but thought she could make it back to Pack grounds. With a sigh of relief pulled in she tossed her jewelry in the car's ash tray/coin slot and slid from the car.
From the sounds and smells she was one of the last out, probably the last out. She headed for the clearing undressing as she went, she did not want to spend the first part of her run trying to get out of her cloths or ruin the suit. Seeing Vaughn her eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Cutting it a bit close are we not?"
She teased. Oh she should have, but they were alone and she could feel the pull of the moon already. She wasn't using her best judgment.
"Yes, but it would appear that I am not alone in my procrastination."
This could be...bad. As a wolf it was much harder to control urges and instincts. He was attracted to Therese. Only his human better judgment kept him from acting on the impulse to take her in his arms. Vaughn was powerfully and painfully aware of how close she was. So was the rest of his body.
With a heavy sigh, he finished undressing. There was nothing he could do about the obvious signs of his attraction. In minutes the clothes he had on would be coming off him anyway, whether he wanted to keep them on or not.
The elders of the pack would say that what happens during a full moon was meant to be. It would seem that he was -meant- to run with Therese, for tonight anyway. He wondered just how much trouble that would get him into later because he doubted he could stop himself from...acting on his desire. Vaughn hoped Therese was as fast as those legs suggested she might be. If she could stay ahead of him then maybe they wouldn't do anything they might regret in the morning.
Mon Dieu, she'd been here several months and they had managed not to run together at least not alone. It hadn't been deliberate, just an accident of timing really. She was quite aware that there was no one else about as she removed her shirt and underthings. At least her reaction could be blamed on the cold.
She licked her lips and did her best not to notice anything out of the ordinary. The full moon didn't arouse a desire for blood and the hunt. She knew that tonight was going to be a challenge. Her more 'civilized' nature would fall away as easily as her cloths.
Swallowing hard she post poned her shift just a little longer. It wasn't easy.
"I could hardly tell my meeting that I was calling things short as I hoped to find a deer for dinner?"
She smiled lightly. Teasing, almost flirting. It was going to be a very long night.
His blood was boiling, his heart beating faster, Vaughn closed his eyes as the change forced him to his knees. It was less painful if he let come naturally and slowly. It was a huskier snort that answered Therese's witty reply. He glanced at her with a wolf's vision.
"No, Deer Season is ov...er."
The last was came out with difficulty. He placed his hands down in the snow, hanging his head down as his back arched and shifted. There would be no more speaking until after they had run. Who knew what they would need to talk about then.
Vaughn succumbed to the rest of the change until eventually a tall leggy black wolf with lighter grey points was standing in his place. He turned to his companion and howled.
Without a second thought she answered his call, his song. The world was different, she could smell the cold, but didn't feel it as sharply. What she knew was that she was ready to run, to hunt. Thérèse dove into the snow and rolled over a few times before half bounding at him and playfully snapping her jaw and assuming the standard 'play' posture. Not that Thérèse gave him time to react to it before giving a short cheerful bark and charging off into the woods she'd settle down for a hunt in a while, right now she just wanted to feel the earth beneath her feet see if she could fly.
And it was. Vaughn wanted to chase.
She turned and ran, light and graceful. He watched her go, marveling in the sight of her, sleek muscles moving with animal grace. Unable to hold still any longer, he leaped forward and began to run. They moved through the forest at a brisk pace. She stayed ahead of him but not so far that he was easily out distanced. A part of his brain noted that they were a good match for each other even in this. Most of his brain and the rest of him was overcome with the powerful need to catch her.
They didn't seem to be slowing down at all. He wanted to catch her as well. However, nothing said she had to make it easy. Up ahead was a tree that hadn't survived the storm. Its thick trunk had some how snapped about five feet from the ground, but hadn't severed from the tall stump that still stood. Thérèse gathered herself and lept a fallen log. Landing she quickly pivoted and bolted back under the tree this time moving past him, coming tantalizingly close to him but not touching.
Again she yipped, enjoying this to the hilt and encouraging him. She changed direction once again, taking them still further from the buildings weaving in and out of the trees.
Taking in great lungfuls of the cold air she didn't even notice the falling snow as she used the trees and undergrowth as slalom weaving agilely left and right around them. This was no way to find game, but she wasn't hunting, not for game at any rate.
Out of no where a huge drift appeared, going through it didn't seem possible, especially when there might be something very solid at its core. Thérèse again gathered herself, long lean muscles collecting under smoky gray fur and leapt, easily clearing the drift. However, what was on the other side was unexpected. Ice. A pond that had frozen, fortunately the ice was several inches thick or she could be spending the rest of the night soaking and freezing. But, she was unprepared for the slick surface and no matter how she tried to dig her claws in could not get enough of hold to stop herself. Rather ungracefully Thérèse's legs went out from under her and she slid across the ice and into another drift on the other side. There had been so much snow this season that drift was high and deep and nearly swallowed her.
The small hill of snow loomed larger. The she wolf bounded over it and Vaughn prepared to follow. The sound of scraping claws was unmistakable. Climbing to the top of the drift, he was in time to catch the last part of the skidding slid across the ice and into the next mound of snow. Leaping back down the way he had arrived, Vaughn went around the deceptively benign hill that she had so handily scouted out. He walked around the edge of the iced over pond to get closer. Stepping out onto the frozen water, he whined softly, questioning. Was she okay? He scooted closer, watching the ice beneath carefully and occasionally casting glances in her direction.
Once free of the drift she again shook herself trying to free herself of the excess snow. Did this count as caught? She considered him there in the moonlight, he had caught her, he had kept up and instinct was very quickly over coming the abstract. She was fine, she could be better though, she could tell him that.
Slightly hesitant, but at the same time quite brazenly she ran her body under his muzzle. Head to tail she used her whole self to caress him, let him know his attentions would be welcome, but then trotted off a few paces back into the snow, off the treacherous ice, yet not really away from him.
He moved closer. She wasn't leaving. Something caused him to hesitate. He couldn't remember why he should. Giving the female a long searching look, he whuffed softly. She wanted him; she was ready. Vaughn tilted his head back, was there danger? He heard nothing. He moved closer, brushing along her side, leaning into her and nuzzling the soft grey fur. This close and all hesitation fled. Her scent was maddening and his need was strong. He pressed close, rocking back on his hind legs and placing his fore legs on her back. Pushing forward, he leaned more of his weight on her, his front legs dropping down in front her back ones, his chest against her back. Every part of him wanted her, he couldn't remember why that was wrong. Whatever the reason it wasn't important any longer. Vaughn slid inside her, pressing himself closer as he moved in and out. Nothing else mattered but the feel of her beneath him.
He howled, long and lonely, listening for the rest of the pack. There was no answer. They were on their own. He urged her up. They moved onward. He looked for familiar landmarks, sniffing the ground and plants. Unfortunately the snow changed many things. They were deep into the woods but eventually signs of humanity appeared. A can here, a wrapper there, a ring of stones, Vaughn had an idea of where they were. He broke into an easy lope, following the wider trails. Soon a small building appeared. A cabin, it was mostly used during the warmer time of the year. Now it was empty. He trotted up the small porch and put a shoulder to the door. It was locked. A quick survey of the building showed a window that was broken. He looked at his companion and then back at the window.
She sat back on her haunches and listened to his howl, her head cocked to one side listening intently. The Pack would have undoubtedly found shelter by now. Her own song would have carried further, but that was hardly any uses unless someone with her own gift heard her and sang back. Even then all it would do would tell her they were far away.
Following along Thérèse easily kept up she saw the same signs he did, but had not been to this part of the wood before and didn't know what he was looking for. There were smells of humanity, but they were faint, old, covered by other smells.
At least the porch was covered and snow was no longer falling on them, but it would offer little or no shelter. When he found the broken window Thérèse stood on her hind legs and stuck her head in. it was slightly musty, but clearly deserted. Thérèse pawed at the window until more of the glass broke away, she cut herself in the process but didn't really notice, at least she could fit though the window now. The opening, however, wasn't so big that he would easily fit. Instead, with a little hop and a lot of balance she managed to wriggle her way in and turned her attention to the door. Her strong front claws dug grooves in the old door, but eventually Thérèse was rewarded with the sound of the lock unlatching. The door knob, however, was less cooperative. Finally she gave up and trotted back to the window and whined slightly, clearly frustrated.