burtn . deviantart
Camio had lead Nova onward. After that sour interaction with Aponi he wanted to move as far as possible from those wretched wolves. They had made shelter in the old Hollowheart Keep lands. He knew that it might have been a bad move but he also knew it was a place where the two lovers would be safe from others. These tall creepy trees and eerie silence were bound to keep anyone out.
The Zamora male had woke earlier then expected. But he had enjoyed waking up earlier so he could lay silently in Nova's loving embrace. Though this morning there was something different. He didn't feel like laying in Nova's embrace. Something was gnawing at his mind. So nosing Nova's crown softly the male made his way out of the den. Moving so that he was a good five feet from the dens entrance he took a seat. The sunrise was breaking way through any clouds and trees. He was trying to soak up any warmth the sun would have to offer.
Sitting in the sunlight wouldn't help is wondering mind. His brain wondered to thoughts of Nova. How was he suppose to behave now? He had a loyal woman by his side who proudly carried the Zamora name. Of course those thoughts of some pretty little (well not so little) woman carrying his name also brought his mind to the thoughts of spring.
The spring would be a rather racking time for him. Nova was still a yearling but when spring came she wouldn't be a little girl anymore. Camio knew if she was still around by then that they would have to fight the urge of not letting instincts take control. That was unless Nova wanted something more then just the two of them. What if Nova wanted more then just two Zamoras? What if she wanted a whole line of them? Camio was quick to become light headed and found himself sliding to the ground. Taking in a deep breath he tried to recollect his thoughts.
Rattling his brain to collect himself more mannerly he knew what was where now. Nova was his, Nova also carried to Zamora name, and spring would soon approach. Spring meant puppies and hormones, which meant other things of instinct would happen. Taking a deep breath he realized this might actually worked out. If Nova and him were to ever do such a thing, Camio knew exactly where he wanted it. He wanted it right here where the old Keep was. It was a safe place that much he knew already. He knew life could live in these woods, as a pack had before. All he needed was to make sure Nova's head was in the same place...
"Speech"
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead