Who: Wren and Blackcat Where: Cats boat When: A year ago Why: Wren notices Cats nomad nature calling Status: Incomplete Rating: PG13?
Raising her arms above her head,locking her fingers and extending her torso Wren felt the tickling sensation of a good stretch ripple through her body and she smiled contentedly. Looking to her left she saw that Blackcat had risen before her again and wandered off, though he never left her cold his prolonged abscences were becoming more frequent. Though she didn't want to think like a tyical girl Wren had that familiar creeping fear that perhaps Blackcat was pulling away from her, and maybe for good.
Though he was still the wild irishman when they were intimate Wren knew that once it was over she would wake in the morning to find him sitting staring out at the river with a longing look on his face. She was sure he could memorise every part of that bank with how often he retreated to look at it. He'd even expressed a jealousy over the influx of drifters that had blown in and out of town the past few weeks. She herself was getting sick of the politics around here, new rules and agreements were forming all over and it seemed to be meaning the better for other tribes but the Wolves were hesitant to play ball. Wren had asked Grey about it but received the brunt of his frustration and as a result was now living with the runners in Cats love shack. Moments like that made her feel a faint envy of the tribe free drifters.
Poking a leg out from under the duvet Wren felt a prickle of cold air hit her toes. Swallowing she whipped the covers off in one go and let out a squeak as the cold air suffocated her. She dove into Blackcats wardrobe and pulled out her favourite jumper, his of course, and a pair of socks that were long enough to extend over her knee and cover her legs up to mid thigh. Looking out the window Wren saw him staring out at the river again and so with a sigh she went to join him.
She stepped soundlessly next to him, "Have I been snoring again?" she asked.