Utopia

Jun 08, 2008 18:36

The bed is huge, more than big enough for a giant who tends to sprawl. And snore. A huge window takes up most of the living room wall, opening the room to include the forest beyond the cabin. The porch half faces the rest of the compound and half faces the woods, making it just private enough to allow open touch without fear of exposure.

Despite the privacy, the intimacy of it, there is always the smell of the others. If they are fighting or loving, the scent eventually reached this furthest cabin. And if there is a successful hunt that becomes clear much more quickly. Not only from the scent of blood and meat, but from the howling calls of success.

Every member of the pack greets the other with genuine pleasure and good humor. Tempers might flair with sudden heat, but they cool just as quickly. If a pup stumbles, any pack adult is just as likely to pick him up and comfort him as another. They have complete freedom to explore, complete freedom to try and fail.

Every morning she wakes there, no matter if Jacob is home or not, she knows the place is special. Utopia is an impossibility, but this is as close as she can imagine and it is home.

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tm, prompts, jacob

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