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After delivering the elder to her den, and surprising her with a fresh new bed of moss which Sorley had prepared beforehand, they left her in peace.
Finbar and Willow went out quite far into the woods, to continue their relaxing night together. He remembered the glen that Marco had shown him, and so took his mate to that location. It was a good temperature out, a nice cool breeze billowed through the pines and oaks, stirring the babbling stream in its wake. It was not too cold, however, and still retained a form of warmth from the hot day hours before.
Once there, the affectionate couple snuggled together in the grass beneath the bright, golden moon; dark grayish blue clouds mottled the sky, blending with the stars behind them.. Their bodies shared heat between one another as they coiled sensually. Finbar licked her ears and the side of her face, and his arm lay across her chest.
He loved her nimble form.
Willow licked the bridge of his nose and his forehead. She loved his white fur, it was so handsome. “I love you,” she whispered with a healthy dose of passion in her cute voice. “You’re such a good mate to me, and I’m happy to have given you our children. I don’t know where you have been all my life, but I finally have the boy I needed.”
Finbar’s heart grew alight with a loving flame. After learning so much about her past earlier, and thinking of the sum of what they had together, he was at peace. There was not a qualm he had with anything, for his world was hers now. His heart and hers shared part of the same essence, and the same energy. They were one flesh, and united.
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“I love you, too.”
Finbar rested his muzzle under hers, on her fluffy throat. As a wolf, she had a thick set of mane fur, just like he did. “What do you think our son and daughter will be like when they grow up?” he wondered out loud.
Willow leaned her head on his. “I can totally see Ashen being just like you, but maybe a bit more fiery tempered like me. He won’t back down from a fight, and won’t be pushed around, that is for sure,” she mused.
Finbar smiled, his eyes closing. “Oh, I could see that. The little rascal. He nips hard, now.”
“He does,” she agreed. “We will have to teach him to be gentler once he is old enough to understand.”
“Moonlily will grow up to be beautiful like you. She also seems adventurous, she’s not scared of much. Her sister Sugarloaf, too; they honestly may stick together and form a great team later in life.”
“Probably,” Willow wagged her tail. “I know I would if I had a sister.”
“You do. You know they watch us from Heaven, right? That’s what I heard,” Finbar said.
Willow paused for a moment, and he worried that he had offended her with such a sensitive topic, but she finally spoke. He was the closest person to her, and she trusted him. “I’m sure all of my brothers and sisters do. My mom too. The pups were innocent, and my mom loved Christ.”
A silent few minutes passed under the quaint moon.
Finbar giggled. He would only ever do so alone with his wife. “Come on. Let’s make more of them,” he nibbled and kissed her neck, positioning himself over her.
Willow yelped in a delightful confusion, and laughed. “We can’t, silly! I only gave birth a week ago.”
The white apprentice nipped her a tad bit more roughly, though not to hurt her. “We can try. The more the merrier.”
“I suppose so,” Willow huffed in his ear, and flipped him over to pin him.
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A few sunrises later, Luna went to visit her great-aunt. She brought a leg of meat, full of fat, with her. However, what she found made her heart sink.
The elder Gill had passed away in her sleep, fresh and feeling her absolute best. It must have meant everything to her, for it meant the world to Luna, that was for certain.
‘That Finbar,’ she thought, grateful through her grief.