Earthly Namekians (AU pt 5)
Xanoro rumbled as he went back to eating, his thoughts roaming through many things, one of which being the warrior Piccolo. He had a feeling that the warrior would not welcome his advances if he was caught in heat around him so he figured he should probably run the course of the cycle with his pack. His own pack would be driven crazy around him as their own mating season was near but that would be fine as the younger wolves would not be participating in the fighting matches this year.
He shook his head, muscles rippling smoothly as he laid down in a heap with the rest of his packmates, all of them done eating for now, still some leftovers to the side to eat on later if they got hungry. His pointed ears twitched as his bushy-looking tail waved through the air from where he lay on his stomach, full moon casting eerie light across them. His dark green skin twitched as he heard the noise again form the nearby forest, catching his attention fully now. He rose to his clawed hands and bare feet, purple eyes narrowed to near slits as he watched Piccolo emerge from them.
Piccolo had managed to locate Xanoro after some time of searching. he stepped out of the forest and into a valley like area, blinking in surprise at the pack of multi-colored, and bloody-muzzled, dire wolves laying near a dinosaur carcass. The biggest surprise came from the crouched Namekian in front of the other wolves though.
Piccolo watched as the dark green Wolvae's claws sunk into the ground lightly, green tail raised in a warning even as his head lowered with a menacing growl rumbling dangerously in his deep chest, purple eyes narrowed up at him. He could see the muscles rippling beneath Xanoro's thick skin, his power rising as the Wolvae's mind said that he was either a potential mate or rival.
Piccolo remembered the information in the book from earlier and decided to put it to use. He gave a quiet non-threatening growl as though to say he was no threat but a friend. He watched as the other being relaxed and sprawled back out with his pack as Piccolo approached quietly, getting a few sniffs and huffs from the wolves as they quickly surrounded the two Namekians, much to Piccolo's dismay.
"I wouldn't try escaping once they've accepted you into their sleeping pile." Xanoro's voice rumbled quietly as his head popped up out of a pile of silver and black fur, a sheepish look on his face. "And, uh, sorry about a moment ago. Instincts speak louder than my mind at times."
Piccolo grunted and crossed his arms as he took a sitting meditation stance. "Yeah, well, keep that temper of yours in check. I'm not afraid to knock some sense into you. Speaking of which, do you know what Namekian Clan you are?"
"Yeah, I'm of the Wolf Clan. Why, what's up?" Xanoro's tail swished through the air slightly in concern.
"Because I learned some rather concerning facts about you Clan that could lead to disaster or good news for either of us. When is your next cycle? Answer honestly." Piccolo nearly growled out.
Xanoro's eyes widened as his highly sensitive nose picked up Piccolo's swiftly increasing scent. His tail stopped moving as it shot straight up into the air, a slight curl forming in it as he looked at Piccolo. "I can already smell yours fast approaching my friend and mine is a little ahead of yours. Use your senses."
Piccolo stiffened as he realized his companion was right. Both of them would end up in heat within the next day or so. They would have to be careful and stay separated at this point for a week or so until it ended. "S***, you're right. I need to go ahead and set up for the time being then. I'll see you later."
Xanoro watched with growing amusement and lust as the strong Namekian freed himself deftly from his slumbering packmates and leaving silently like a ghost.
