She hates these dreams and the further, the longer, she is from home the more frequent they are. They always start the same: she is a wolf and in front of her stands the wolf that looks so much like her mother. Totem's gold eyes are hopeful; she wants nothing more than to play. And Ashborn wants to play but she is not a wolf. She has never been nor will she ever be a wolf and to be forced into this body, she cannot help the growl that bubbles aggressively in her throat. The lips of her maw curl back to reveal shining white teeth and then everything goes to hell.
Totem's ears flatten back and she whines. And then Ashborn is ambushed from every angle by wolves. She knows them for who they are as kin but for now they, too, are wolves.
Keepsake's teeth sink down into her back right flank. Heritage makes no hesitation in going for her throat. Lightning Strike forces her to the ground. And then her siblings join the feast that is her dying body. It's always here that she walks into the clearing, still a wolf, still beset, but knowing that she is soon to die she briefly accepts the form the dream has pushed her into. And with death awaiting her arrival, she gives in to Totem's desire and they begin to play.
They catch fish in the stream, their entire heads soaked because they are having too much fun to do a good job at it.
They try to catch fireflies and butterflies in their mouths, but always end up romping in piles of dried leaves and pinning one another with paws.
They even venture beyond the swamp. In the desert they run beneath the moon as they howl, paws leaving tracks in the sand. In the mountains they chase Totoma and roll for miles in the snow. In the caves they listen to their barks and yips and howl echo like an entire pack is made between the two of them. And on the plains, they flop and bask in the warmth of sunlight.
Eventually Ashborn can take it no more and they return to the clearing. She becomes herself, a kin, and wakes.
Breeding: Totem x Bygone
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