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[lightningcurse]

The first frost was two nights ago, and Mabon has changed beautifully for the season: his hair is the pure-white of an ermine or a hare, to blend in with what snows will come. His already dark eyes have turned black, and his skin is mottled darks and browns, like leaf mould on the ground

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[ofthewildwolves]

Firekeeper comes padding out of the woods, blood on her muzzle, with another offering for her One, that of a hare. She drops it at his feet, whines, and wags her tail, ignoring the raccoons for the time being.

[ofthewildwolves]

Everything? She sounds amazed. You have a very large Pack.

[lightningcurse]

A full smile. Yes.

[ofthewildwolves]

How do you take care of them all?

[lightningcurse]

They know what to do. Sometimes there are ones I want to keep more, nosing her to let her know she's one of those few.

[ofthewildwolves]

She licks him again, her eyes earnest and grateful. And glad I am of it,

[lightningcurse]

Special.

[ofthewildwolves]

The look she gives him is one of adoration and complete and utter loyalty. Congratulations, Mabon, Firekeeper has a crush on you. You think so? The wolves at home thought I was silly.

[lightningcurse]

Shrug. You are my wolf.

[ofthewildwolves]

A nudge. And you are my One. She tilts her head. Will you go hunting with me?

[lightningcurse]

Yes, I will.

[ofthewildwolves]

She waves her tail and leaps down the stairs, waiting for him.

[lightningcurse]

Mabon easily chases after her, seeming despite his human form not human at all.