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[wolf_caleb]

Date: Sunday, Dec. 30 (BACKDATED)
Time: Moonrise
Location: Caleb and Stella's flat
Characters Involved: Caleb Moore, Stella Sinistra
Rating: PG

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[prof_stargazer]

Stella was not as nervous for this Full moon as she had been for the last one. Not to say that she was relaxed, by any means- on the contrary, she didn't think she would ever be able to have a stress-free Full moon for the rest of her life. Still, though, the last time they had tried this, things had gone well- and that had been when both she and Caleb were unsure of each other, trying to get back to normal

[wolf_caleb]

Caleb cocked his head to the side, curiously sniffing the air. Stella was nervous, but not overly, so he padded slowly forward. He moved to the front of the couch and sat down on his haunches in front of her.

Stella was the same, but completely different when he looked at her in his wolf form. Her colors were muted, which bothered him, but everything else was clear and sharp. She would never believe it, but even this way, she was perfect in his eyes.

Standing up again, he turned toward the kitchen, glancing backwards before continuing on. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Stella had already set out a big bowl of water for him, which he greedily drank from.

[prof_stargazer]

Stella got up slowly, following Caleb into the kitchen. He was already drinking when she arrived, and she smiled, glad she had thought to do this before he'd even asked for it. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps they needed to get a better bowl- an actual dog-bowl, perhaps, but wasn't sure what Caleb's reaction to that would be. She filed it away in her mind, knowing it was a discussion for another day.

She edged closer as he drank, so that by the time he looked up at her, she was right next to him. Stella gently reached out a hand, petting his head softly. He had liked this, last month, and Stella hoped it was alright that she was doing it again.

[wolf_caleb]

Caleb licked his lips and a moment later felt Stella's fingers running through his fur. He leaned his body against her, not quite realizing how big he actually was until Stella stumbled to the side.

Caleb froze, afraid to move or knock into her again, but she merely rolled her eyes and began stroking him again. He sat on the floor, his eyes slowly drifting closed at her touch.

Obviously there were some tactile things that translated between wolf and man, because it was just as relaxing as when Stella played with his hair.

Knowing she couldn't possibly be comfortable standing there in the kitchen, Caleb lifted his head to look at her. His nose ended up brushing against her hand and his tongue instinctively moved to lick her palm.