Chsnutmare

Alpha

For Gary, just because.

He wakes as the gloaming begins, rolling on his side he stretches, haunches high in the air, paws digging into the fertile ground.  Snorting softly then shaking his head, prodding her muzzle with his own. She cracks an eye open and stares at the Alpha, rolling slowly onto her belly her head lifts and tilts to the side, her gaze follows his, she whimpers once as he moves away from her, with one look back her way , her black fur, sleek lines and toned muscles.

 

She whimpers once again, waiting for the sign he never gives, his silver fur is almost blinding as the sunlight drifts down through the leaves.

Almost silently he pads majestically out of sight, his strides lengthen, as he begins to loose her scent, hes running. running.

 

Vaulting over fallen branches, his speed increases, inhaling deeply the forests scents, dead spore mingled with deer musk and rabbit, though, he is not deterred, and his pace quickens. Falling in to a steady rhythm as the winds shift, he catches their scent.

 

His instincts press him forward, as he nears, each scent registers and he takes mental inventory, three quarters of a mile away he breaks into a small clearing and stops abruptly to the sights and sounds of snarling bodies intertwined, nipping and yelping, paws flashing on underbellies.  Sitting back proudly he watches, they know he is there.

 

Slowly they approach, rubbing against his sides in greeting.  His mouth parted, tongue slightly protruding in what would be the closest to a smile as one of his kind could exhibit.  He presses through the throng, giving a small low snarl; he leads the pack back as he came.

 

They pick up the scent, circling wide  they come to a clearing, a lone buck, small whines are heard as they hunker down and wait for the wind to shift again, soon it does and the buck starts, looking wildly around, he breaks to the left and falls almost immediately, his life snuffed out with one bite to his throat.

 

They move back and pace as the Alpha enjoys the fruits of their labor.  Sated, he moves away to rest and watch over the others.  He cleans his muzzle lazily, enjoying the warmth and wetness soaked into his fur.

 

All to happy to share, the pack makes a short meal of the large ancient buck, their bellies full, they bathe each other with great attentiveness.

 

He stands, signaling the others, they follow suit and soon they are running running.

 

Some hours later, the sun high in the sky, he leads them home; he crests the hill and spots her below him.  He pauses drinking her in.  The others race ahead and claim their favorite spots for a nap.

 

He walks slowly to her, and nudges her muzzle as he sits next to her, watching his pack, he lays down, head on his paws.  His eyes travel over her form, studying her. Her long black fur flowing over her bare back, legs long and graceful, powerful.  Her teeth bright white, small lips home to a natural pout.

 

Her hands delicate, long tapered fingers rest on her bent knee, her breasts firm alabaster rising and falling with each breath.  Her eyes, dark and deep, he wonders at all shes seen. 

 

Her eyes smile as she curls up next him, her back to the pack, her head resting on the crook of her arm, fresh crisp leaves for her bed, her eyes close, her breathing slows and matches his rhythm.

 

His own eyes close slowly, and he dreams.

 

Running.

running to her.