#col!briar

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“so… what are we now?” ( briar & col )

Col looked up from the piece of wood he'd been carving at for a few hours now and blinked at the female's question. Truth be told, they'd come a long way from when they'd first met. Originally he'd been contracted to build her cabin by her grandfather. Never had he thought they'd get to this point? But here they were. He'd stayed the night and they rose with the sun. He watched her do idle housework as he sat at her table and carved at a piece of wood he collected from her stockpile.

They'd sat in comfortable silence before her words broke that. She knew what he was and for the most part, he understood what it was that her grandfather did. That didn't mean it didn't make him any less nervous. He was sure that her grandfather had standards and was also sure that he probably didn't meet any of them at all. Setting the piece of wood down he shifted in his seat and opened his arms for her.

He waited for her to join him before he wound his arms around her frame and buried his nose in her hair. "I... don't know... does there have to be a name for it?" he asks quietly, though he is sure that isn't what she wants to hear. "I care about you so much... " he murmurs. "We are not friends... yet not quite mates yet... is that wrong?" he asks.

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𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘 | continued from HERE | @mvxnn

Briar. What was is about the smaller female that brought him this odd sense of calm. He wasn’t quite sure but he often enjoyed her company. The wolf male often times found himself without company and the lack of his pack tended to bring him a sense of loneliness he couldn’t comprehend. So instead he’d taken it upon himself to call up the other in order to shake the overwhelming sadness. 

These woods were his home and could find himself wandering them on any given day. He’d run them as a pup and to this day sees the ghosts of his pack continue to protect the tall trees and their wonders. Like now, that their colors were changing and the forest floor was covered in thousands of leaves. He always liked the crunching beneath his feet and the crisp scent of the looming winter on the wind. 

His expression carried the light feeling in his chest as he crunched down on the leaves below for a bit more emphasis before turning his gaze back to hers. “Is it? I couldn’t tell… perhaps we should run? Get the blood pumping?” he asked with a wolfish grin before he shrugged off the jacket he’d thrown on this morning. “Hm..but perhaps not… Here,” he said placing it over her shoulders. “Let’s walk just a bit further. The clearing is not too far from here.”