It was still dark outside when Ken stirred behind the female in the hollowed cave. Dawn hadn't broken yet and he felt his member awaken to life with him, still deeply embedded in the bitch's ass, being tightly engulfed by her muscles. He nibbled her neck lightly, lips nuzzling the saltysweet flesh to arouse her softly, to remind her that he was still with him. Quietly he murmured into her ear, "More?" the question filled with possibilities, after all, she hadn't had him fill her yet and if she truely wished to breed with him.
Slowly her senses returned to her clearing mind and her spinchter muscles hugged tightly his growing pole, "Mmmm.. please," a pause, "but tell me, how does Ken the kin like to breed with his females?" a question of curiousity. He nipped her neck and growled softly into her ear, "I like filling their sex with my seed, giving them my children," his cock now hard and he grinds against her ass in need. "Does that include that when the child is on the way that the father disappears again?," she asked, doubtful if she really wanted a child if he wasn't going to stay.
He continued to please her with his sensual perfect touch, motioning his member within her tight ass with small thrustings and growls low into her ear, "Never has it been wished," and it was true he had been a sperm donor but no Garou had wished to keep him for more than a few days. Not that it wasn't unnoticable, she, indeed was aroused by his movements, but such trivial matters like him wanting to give her a child was important enough to take on now and not halfway through, "I do not have time to have a child or nurse one if I am to be out in the Battlefields, unless there is a kin at my hearth doing his duties like he should and not continuing to whore himself amongst the other Garou."
Disliking her reasons, Ken pulled himself free from her ass despite the thought that he would have preferably prefered to pump her full again, his member suddenly cold in the air but he chose to not give himself no her that attention and said, "Until someone mates me and doesn't just fuck me, I will do as I will." She shrugged her shoulders, "I do not have the patience for a child who wails in the night and interrupts my sleep, no do I have 'mothery' feelings when my urge is to kill and kill again. Unless you'd rather freeze to death in the coming blizzard, I'd suggest for you to choose now if you wish to stay, be a mate, or .. go."
"I can survive the blizzard. I am capable in ways you can't imagine," his voice full of confidence and the tone challenging. "Then leave," was all she said. Of which he stood up, and began dresing, preparing himself to walk out and leave her behind - If she was not strong enough to take him, then so be it - he thought. Little knowing that she acted like she did for a totally different reason, long gone had she given up on trying to keep a mate after Fights had honorably fallen in Battle, and she wasn't going to prevent the kin from leaving if that was what he wished to do. She just hoped that she wouldn't find him like an ice pillar caught in the snowstorm that she knew was well on it's way if it wasn't already here.
Without looking back to her, he entered the small passage and brushed aside the small conifer, thus entering the chilled night outside. The storm indeed was on it's way as the wind slowly picked up and the first snowflakes began whirling in the air. It wouldn't take more than a few seconds before the air was white with the raging winterstorm outdoors. She curled up in a ball on the furs of the bed, listening to his steps and the howl of the wind.
By protecting himself from the rage of the snowstorm, Ken used his Gifts and created a shield of flames by the power of his Will. Slowly he made his way through the blasted weather towards where he had met her not so many hours before, without being touched by any flake of snow, nor pushed away by sudden gusts of staggering winds. She gave him about twenty minutes or so of getting ahead of her whilst the storm seemed to pick up it's intensity, breaking tree limbs like easy-snapped twigs.
The trail of where he trod was beyond obvious, and she followed it in her wolvenform, paws treading the path that cut through paws as the snowlayer quickly turned to sharp ice in the winds. The tracks lead downwards the hill where she unfortunately lost footing and went sliding all the way down, landing into a great snowdrift at the bottom. The thick wintercoat of her fur keeping the chill out and she shook herself free the best she could, plunging through the snow, gaining distance upon the kin and kept a wreary eye upon him, in case he might need help.
In the distance she could see a light from the flames illuminating him in the staggering weather, it helped him a little but not by much, it seemed to be weakening and she gathered strength to continue tracking him, knowing it was wiser to watch over him as many dangers could appear in such a blizzard. Ken paused further ahead, the pulsing through the snow was tiring and he rested against a rock that blackened after his touch. A few minutes he rested and pulled back from the rock that now was a red hot stone, a few disadvantages his Gifts seemed to have but right now that didn't worry him, he had to find the place he had been searching for earlier - the fallen Caern.
Disgruntled the wolf had to pause due to his rest and trampled the ground so her paws wouldn't get clogged with ice. She snorted snow when she got a face full of the white stuff and kept still a wreary eye on him a few yards behind him.He tramped on, his feet following an ancient path of their own, though he was unaware of it. To a place that fell long time ago, when the Wyrm comers came and overthrew not just th native tribes but also the other shifters. It was lost for it's secrets of entry that could not by pierced, by a Garou. Yet, Ken moved onwards in a pattern through the snow, moving from place to place and as he did, the path of him and his follower slowly became more than one that walked in the realm of the spirit.
