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Suraksha laughs softly, handing her glass of water over to each girl to clear their mouths. She has to cover a yawn as she does so, but then she affectionately adds, "You're both adorable, you know." Rohana snorts; Rishima dimples shyly.

Malachai, whose plan is working out smashingly, says, "You look tired. Once we're done with lunch, why don't you take the girls upstairs and nap? The bedroom will be empty and I'll be sure to make sure you're not disturbed."

Suraksha sighs softly, smiling politely as Malachai hands the goblet back to her. She takes a big chunk of bread again before her deep swallow, then pushes the goblet back to the town elder. Her nose is wrinkled and she's chewing furiously once more... and trying not to giggle! When she can finally speak she amusedly notes, "This is just silly. Is this drink really that big a deal here?" As his query registers, though, she leans back in the nook, sighing and rolling her head a bit, "Am tired, actually... but I don't want us to bother you all by taking up your room."

Malachai nods, "It is. A really big deal." He turns the goblet up and his throat works and he passes it back to 'Chana, smiling as he adds, "It's not as if the room is tiny." He seems to have relaxed somewhat. Suraksha hmms, glancing down at the girls. The younger is leaning against her, clearly ready for her nap; the older is starting to look droopy-eyed even as she stoutly insists she can walk all the way back home -- and carry Shima, if Mommy wants! Malachai says, "It's wonderful for mid-day naps up there... and I promise not to let you be disturbed. You need a nap as much as these cubs do."

Suraksha covers another yawn, then sighs and smiles at Malachai, "Well... all right. This once." She gently pets Rohana's hair, adding softly to her, "It's all right, pet; you two can play with the other children after your nap, all right?" Rohana looks mollified, while Rishima simply yawns, looking and sounding much like a kitten as she does so. Suraksha chuckles softly at that, then looks up at Malachai, "Thank you." Her sigh at the goblet being gently nudged back to her is wry, "All right, one more big gulp... but then you get to finish the rest of it!" As she pulls another piece of bread she adds in quiet puzzlement, "So... what's wrong with Meshek? Is he damaged in the head or something, that he doesn't recognize someone he's rolled to?"

Malachai has to exercise his expression-control again so as to not smirk, "Meshek's problem is mostly that he's a strong young male without a mate, who thinks he knows everything. Most young males go through something like it."

Suraksha gives Malachai a puzzled look over the goblet, then takes her last promised gulp. She has to chew bread for a bit to rinse her mouth out, but when she's done she says confusedly, "So indicating subordinate status here... it's all a fake? If you're a wolf, I mean?" She considers as she drinks some water -- then looks up in sudden understanding, "Oh! Wait, I think I get it -- because he'd rolled to me... he wanted to immediately fight his way back up the hierarchy... with everyone in my caravan? Even though he knew he was already ranked below me?"

Malachai's brows go up, "Not fake at all. But subordinate status isn't permanent. The pecking order changes as people grow and change and age." His tawny eyes twinkle as he takes the goblet and finishes it off, "That, too; he knows where he stands in town."

Suraksha nods slowly, finishing her last piece of bread as she ponders. Finally she murmurs, "I... think I see..." She gives Malachai another bemused smile, "Wolves are very confusing!" At Rishima's small, plaintive, "Can we go lie down now, Momma?" Suraksha glances down at her smallest daughter -- then looks up at Malachai again as she gathers the child up, "Yes, baby, we'll go lie down now." She yawns herself, then smiles again at Malachai, "Um... I hope you don't mind, but is now good?"

Malachai slides out of the breakfast nook and holds out his arms, "Here, let me carry her. You can carry her sister." He knows which of the girls trusts him, after all. "We're not so confusing once you get to know us... and even I wasn't always alpha. When I was younger I was something of a hothead."

Suraksha snorts at that comment, murmuring amusedly, "Seems every young man I know of was!" Rohana slides out of the booth and stares warily up at Malachai, taking a handful of Suraksha's skirt as she firmly announces, "I can walk, Momma!" Suraksha's starting to droop herself; she simply murmurs, "All right, baby," as she carefully slides out of the booth and rises. She hesitates for an instant... then she carefully allows Malachai to gather up the sleeping Rishima; he handles her with the gentle assurance of someone that has dealt with a lot of children. Suraksha follows closely behind the town elder, smiling down at Rohana's muttered, "Not a baby!"

Malachai smiles, "It's not bad to have something of a temper when you're young. It is bad to carry that temper through all your interactions in life." He leads 'Chana and Rohana up the stairs to the bedroom. He's right about it being nice for a nap. It's dim and cool and the air is sweet. Suraksha settles on the side of the big bed, undressing Rishima a bit and helping Rohana with her buttons. After that the tired woman smiles and gives both girls light kisses, tucking them both under the covers. The fur and soft wool feel astonishingly lovely against her skin, and she finds she's really looking forward to curling up and sleeping with her children. She doesn't want to be rude to Malachai, though, and she's so sleepy she can't think of how to politely ask him to leave before she undresses. Malachai helps her get the girls tucked in and smiles, his eyes a little heavy-lidded, "I'll leave you ladies to your rest." After that he slips down the stairs. Suraksha sighs in relief, then swiftly divests herself of most of her jewelry and her skirts. Clad in only her undies and her light, embroidered-silk blouse, she cuddles up with the girls and is soon exhaustedly unconscious -- sleeping the sleep of the over-worked.

Almost two hours later Fantine turns up to check on the bebes -- she was a little worried. However, her fears are completely dissipated when she and Malachai tiptoe upstairs and peek in to see the threesome sleeping so innocently together. Fantine goes back downstairs with Malachai at his invitation; the two of them have tea and some bread and cheese as they chat together for a bit. Malachai tries to find out more information from the shy woman, but quickly discovers caravaneers can be quite discreet. Fantine cheerfully agrees with him that 'Chana and the children are wonderful -- with a few small reservations about how Rohana could sometimes be quite... demanding, much like her papa! However, when he asks whether anyone in the caravan ever wanted a place to settle down, the little loogaroo carefully and circumspectly agrees that sometimes there are folks who do, just as sometimes the caravan receives runaways or just those with a yen to travel. Eventually she steers the conversation around -- somewhat to Malachai's surprise, since he's not used to being outmaneuvered -- to the caravan's various shows and entertainers. She's happy to talk about those, since that's good business for some of the caravaneers, and is a friendly and non-threatening subject.

Both entities have supernaturally good hearing, although for very different reasons. When they start hearing a few noises from upstairs they head silently up and discover 'Chana is still out like a light -- but the girls are waking up. Malachai quietly helps Fantine gather the girls and their clothes to dress them downstairs so they don't wake their poor tired mother, although it's hard for him to resist gently brushing that fine dark hair out of her face. Fantine entertains the girls with stories for a bit, but when some of the town children come trotting in to see if the new girls are still there, Malachai cheerfully suggests Fantine can, if she wishes, keep an eye on the children while he makes sure no one disturbs her lady -- who clearly needs her sleep. Fantine agrees with relief -- she thinks Malachai is quite the gentleman by now -- and takes off with the girls skipping happily hand-in-hand with her and the townie children.

Malachai watches Fantine go with the children, smiling to himself; what he took away from that conversation is that it's not unheard of for someone to leave the caravan. Once the loogaroo is gone with the children, he goes back upstairs and sits carefully on the edge of the bed, watching 'Chana sleep. It makes him feel warm and protective. Suraksha is curled up under the furs, her silken hair a dark swirl around her small, peacefully sleeping face. Malachai is a gentleman, but 'Chana also insisted he drink some of the herbal brew, so his inhibitions aren't as high as they might otherwise be. She looks so sweet and small and young... he slips off his shirt and boots, but leaves his trousers on before sliding into bed with her. The silver-haired alpha spoons up against her, gathering her into his arms so that he can feel her heartbeat against his chest through her back.

Suraksha makes a small, contented murmur in her sleep, snuggling up against him... then drifts more deeply back into slumber. The sound Malachai makes in his throat is not entirely human, but it is entirely contented; he kisses the hollow of 'Chana's temple before nuzzling into her hair and drifting off to sleep with her. He's got a higher tolerance for the herbal concoction, but he's not entirely immune.

When he comes half-awake a couple of hours later, it's to find that he's got a warm and slightly squirmy armful of lovely young woman. He also finds that his body is reacting quite strongly to that. Whatever dream 'Chana is having is apparently quite nice -- and she's wearing only her undies and the deliciously soft silk blouse. The part of Malachai that is trying to be the gentleman murmurs to 'Chana, attempting to soothe her back into slumber. Suraksha sighs softly in her sleep, her breathing deep and her warm, soft body flushed as she rubs slightly against him. Her scent is very clear and strong... and delectably aroused! Malachai's voice is deep and a little rumbly with sleep, and he's speaking in the language that seems to be native to the townies. His hand strokes slowly over her stomach; he tries to keep it above her hips, but he's half-asleep himself and ends up petting her hip and the outer curve of her thigh as well. The words are unfamiliar, but the tone is universal: calm, calm, safe, calm.

Suraksha is still groggy and recovering from trying to recuperate her high energy use in the past few days. She's warm and well fed, comfortable and extremely, arousingly sensuous-feeling from the herbal drink. When her partner starts stroking her, reassuring her so nicely right through into her dream that they're both safe and together... it's like blowing gently on embers. Her drowsily heated desires start to flare, and her breathing gets heavier as she rolls her hips languidly against him; she knows he wants her -- she can feel it! She wants him to want her too. In her dream she gently catches one of her partner's hands in her teeth, catching the other between her thighs. Yes: safe, warm, sharing... now, please.

Gentleman or not, Malachai is unable to resist the sleepily insistent 'Chana as her hips roll against him and she really does catch his hand between her thighs. His fingers curl against her, finding her warm and wet and sweetly wriggly. The alpha's teeth graze over her shoulder, the pulse-point in her throat, the nape of her neck, followed by kisses -- and he gives in to desire and the irresistible arching of her body. When he shifts and enters her from behind, he muffles the growl of pleasure and need by pressing his mouth against her shoulder. His hands are strong and knowing as they move over her, teasing her breasts through the silk of her blouse and caressing her mound as he makes love to her from behind. Suraksha is, even half-asleep, very much a devotee of erotic passion; she is softly sensuous as she opens herself to her partner's lovemaking, erotically gasping as she rolls her hips against him, dreamily moaning with pleasure and then shuddering with ecstasy as the two of them make love.

Only later, as the small woman sighs contentedly and cuddles up against her partner, does she awaken enough to register: there's a beard! This man isn't Roy! She gives a small hiss of alarm, her eyes flying open as she sits bolt upright, a handful of covers clutched to her chest, "M-Malachai?! What are you doing in my be-?!" She catches herself, looking around wide-eyed and with her soft, swollen lips parted... then whispers, "Oh... oh, no. Did I... I mean, I didn't... oh, dear."

Malachai recognizes the body language of someone badly startled; he knows better than to grab at her. He stays on his side, propped up on an elbow and speaks in soft tones, even though what he's seeing is a beautifully tousled woman who smells deliciously of sex and is carrying his scent heavily as well. He sounds apologetic: "It is my fault. I only meant to rest here with you. I was trying to be a gentleman."

Suraksha opens her mouth to say something -- then realizes she has no idea what to do! She glances down at herself, remembering the dream, and abruptly flushes. A bit huskily she murmurs, "I... I was dreaming the loveliest dream. Did I... did I push myself on you, Malachai?" She abruptly realizes she's likely seriously worn out her welcome here! Looking away, her color is high on her cheeks as she murmurs, "I... I am so embarrassed! I apologize, Malachai. I imagine you want me to get out of here." She glances around for her clothing, trying to push her hair out of her face without teasingly exposing herself again to the poor man.

Malachai clears his throat and says, "You were very insistent, but... it is not as if I were opposed to it, dearling. Please, you don't have to leave. If you're still tired, I can leave you here to continue resting. I would never make you leave." He's still not reached for her, but his voice is soft and somehow furry, as sensuous to hear as the furs are to lie upon.

Suraksha is still quite tired, and her slightly frantic movements slow. She sounds almost wearily hopeful, "You... aren't angry with me for -- for effectively taking advantage of you?"

Malachai laughs; it's a comfortable sound, "What sane man would be angry that a lovely woman insisted he make love to her? No. I am not angry, but I will leave if you want me to." There's obvious reluctance there; then he adds, "But I will also stay with you if you'd like."

Suraksha sighs softly, looking around again as she absently pushes her hair back out of her face with both hands... and, when the covers slide into her lap again, unthinkingly baring herself again. Malachai looks, but he doesn't stare. Her voice is a tiredly throaty murmur, "No, no, I wouldn't chase you out of your own bed, dear..." She sighs again, giving Malachai a small smile, "Would you... would it be all right if I just lay down for a little bit more?"

He pats the bed, "Of course it's all right. You've had an exciting few days. Fantine came and got the cubs. She's a very devoted nanny." The alpha's silver hair is loose over his shoulders and his voice is warm and gentle -- and the herbal drink is still coursing through 'Chana's veins. The room smells wonderfully of sex and fur, and the bed is cozy and inviting.

Suraksha sighs in relief as she sinks back down to relax on the soft furs of the bed. Her voice is heartfelt, "Thank goodness for Fantine! I couldn't do it without her." Thinking about her children as she is, she isn't focused on what she's doing, and she settles back against Malachai again, cuddling close like the smaller spoon. Her voice is tiredly throaty again as she murmurs, "She'za goddess-send..."

Malachai smiles; he's a firm believer in gifts from the heavens. Isn't he holding one in his arms right now? Once 'Chana settles back against him, he dozes a bit himself as well. He's not really aware of the line between asleep and awake when he surfaces again; he simply finds himself petting the drowsing 'Chana and humming softly to her. The songs are love songs, but he sees no need to tell her that just yet. Once she's awakened a bit herself, he starts talking to her between snatches of music: did she enjoy the hunting the other night; did she enjoy the wolf-shape? When she agrees that she has, he asks again if she'll accept the wolf pelt.

Suraksha sighs softly, absently rubbing her cheek against Malachai where he's warmly wrapped around her, "I... don't think so, dear. It was lovely -- surprisingly so -- but I wouldn't feel right taking the pelt with me, away from Friendsville." She smiles sleepily up at Malachai, her golden eyes almost dreamy with relaxation, "It belongs here, with you."

He doesn't argue with her, just holds her and strokes both her and the soft furs on which they're snuggling. It doesn't even register that it might be a little forward of him to be brushing kisses along her shoulders. "Well, if you aren't going to take it with you, maybe we should arrange for you to wear it one more time. And maybe... perhaps you would like to come hunting with the pack in your tiger form?" He's not really sure how well that would work, but Malachai wants 'Chana to be aware that she is, in all her forms, welcome with his pack and in his town. Her scent is filling his head, and he can feel her heartbeat again.

Suraksha is unwittingly starting to breath in synchrony with Malachai, heating up as he slowly caresses her and whispers in her ear. She sighs blissfully, her skin feeling incredibly sensitive to each stroke of his hand, each brush of thick fur, almost wallowing in sensuous delight. Malachai's words are starting to be just warm, furry, contented sounds in her head, and when she parts her lips to speak, only a softly encouraging moan slips out. She's not really sure when it happened, but at some point she's wrapped up in the wonderfully tingly wolfskin, and Malachai is wrapped deliciously around her, and she's starting to feel like she's on fire with erotic need...

The shift is slow for Malachai, and he guides 'Chana into shifting form with him, teasing her with caresses and hungry, devoted kisses along her heated skin. It's easy with the herbs in her blood and the pelt wrapped around her. Soon, instead of the sturdy silver-haired man and the petite ebony-haired woman, the bed holds a silver-coated wolf -- and an enormous midnight-colored one as well. The mating this time is less languid, more intense and needful. In this form Malachai's instincts are quite strong and his mate smells of cubs and sex. He needs her almost as much as he needs air. The jet-black wolf is quite willing, but also aware her cubs are elsewhere. She's got a curious sort of... itchy feeling inside too; she has no idea what the herbal drink is doing to her system. For now, though, she is deeply satisfied to feel just how powerfully her mate needs her. When he finishes and is bound to her, she settles down on the bed next to him, sprawling over the soft flannels and panting softly. Her tongue lolls as he curls up against her, and the two of them spend the next 20 or so minutes relaxedly nuzzling and grooming each other. It's reassuring to scent themselves on the other, and the huge wolf intends to be sure her mate smells only of her.

The two entities were asleep long enough that it's now early dusk, and Sulochana-wolf raises her head, scenting the air. She's... hungry, actually. Got cubs to feed -- need to hunt and eat! Plus her body feels very... hmm... squirmy. Itchy. Something; she's not sure what precisely, and in this shape and rather instinctual condition (due to the herbal drink) she wouldn't think of the word 'hormones.' All she knows for sure is that she and her silvery mate definitely need to go hunt soon. Malachai is more than happy to let himself be nudged out of the bed once the binding softens enough for him to slip free of his mate. The instinctual part of his brain is very satisfied with this mating. It is the season for it, after all, and his mate seemed quite receptive -- and now it's time to hunt.

The townsfolk have all gone home for their dinners, and Fantine has taken the bebes back to the caravan for the evening meal, so it is only Rachel that sees her Nonnu and the black wolf-shape of 'Chana slip down the stairs and out to hunt in the forest behind Malachai's house. Rachel smiles as she watches the two of them canter off. She's seen this happen several times with pairs of wolves at this season; she's happy for her Nonnu. When someone from the caravan comes hunting for 'Chana, the young townie tells them the Hetaera is out with Malachai -- but does not say where, or that they were both in wolf form.

Sulochana-wolf affectionately bumps and nibbles at her partner as they both lope relaxedly off into the night. Their tongues are lolling as they dance back and forth in play, pausing occasionally to mate again as the mood strikes them. The midnight wolf does not realize how strongly the herbal drink is affecting her -- all she knows is that several times that night she feels the need to pause and bump invitingly up against her silvery mate, flicking her tail at him in silent invitation. When they finally catch the scent of prey, the two of them focus with fierce intensity, moving swiftly and surely through the darkness in silent and deadly teamwork.

Shortly thereafter their meal is rich and heated with the sweetness of continuing life -- big delicious bloody bites that make Sulochana feel re-energized. She laughs in wolf form, devouring an enormous amount and contentedly licking her mate's cheek -- they did good! They're alive and strong. That tenacity of life burns through her like a molten fire, and she mates again with her partner, both before and after he leads her to a little leaf-filled den for them to curl up cozily together and sleep.

Malachai is joyous as he moves through the forest with his mate, and he's more than willing to accept her invitations to mate as they romp. It makes him feel almost like a pup again -- his heart and head are full of her and the night and the hunt. This is how it should be! He is sure that she will see it too now, especially after such a magnificent hunt. Malachai nuzzles and curls up with his mate, happy that she smells of him and her cubs and not of the interloper male. He is quite content to settle in the well-known den with her. It seems right to bring her here, since this is where he and his first mate denned. The big sable wolf curls around the smaller silver one, and the two of them finally drift contentedly off to sleep together.

Sulochana-wolf smells wonderfully inviting, in fact, to the silvery wolf. The herbal drink has something to do with that -- it serves to uncouple the conscious mind's inhibitions from the body. The four-footed forms that 'Chana has been assuming are both forms that mate in the autumn for spring births. Her eagerness to couple with her mate is partially because her wolfen form is doing its best to come into season for Malachai. That deep instinctual part of her also knows that she still has cubs. Indeed, she's not that far out from having nursed Rishima, and Roy's deep enjoyment of playing with her breasts kept her lactating perhaps longer than she would have if she were simply feeding her bebes.

It's only about an hour or so later, therefore, that 'Chana's instincts finally kick her hard enough that she can't sleep -- too restless, too itchy! She sighs gustily as she rises and shakes the leaves off her jet-black coat, then nudges her silvery mate to get up as well. Can't stay here; need to be with the cubs -- they need both nursing and protecting. Further, the big ebony wolf really wants to be with her mates. The "added-on" wolf form is currently very satisfied with the silver wolf -- especially since he clearly accepts her as peer as well as mate -- but the serpentine and human forms are quite firmly attached to her Chosens Roy and Bringer. Shortly thereafter Sulochana-wolf is exasperatedly nudging her silvery mate over the territorial marker around the caravan -- of course her mate is welcome here; get a move on, guy! She slips between the relaxed guards with the ease of long experience, pausing on her wagon's step to give the wide-eyed Alg a few affectionate licks; he may be surprised but he definitely knows his pretty lady's scent! After that the huge wolf gently paws the door handle lever on her wagon, so she can slip inside.

Inside, Sulochana-wolf carefully checks the narrow bunk, finding her sleeping mate Roy with her beautiful girl cubs curled and cuddled up next to him. Both he and the girls have had a long day, so they are sound asleep when the caravan door swings open, and the enclosed space smells warmly of the sleeping man and the children. Roy had not been happy that 'Chana had apparently decided to spend another night with Malachai without telling anyone, but he also trusts her to take care of herself, so he doesn't believe she's being held by force. The huge wolf sighs happily at the scent, then gently noses her beautiful cubs awake so they can nurse, and licks Roy's face. After that she flops down, rolling onto her side to expose her itchily full teats. She's looking forward to both the relief and the pleasure of having that pressure alleviated by her babies.

Roy is a lot of things -- not all of them salutary -- but stupid is not one of them. When he wakes up to his lover's canid face and both girls hugging their mommy happily, he doesn't startle and he doesn't yell. In fact, he moves very smoothly and gracefully -- and above all slowly -- to sit up and rub her ears and then reach for a lamp to light. Sulochana-wolf's tail thumps once against the floor as her human mate rubs against her; then she sighs happily again as her cubs cuddle up against her. About then is when Roy notices the silver wolf sitting by the door. He's too groggy and the light is too dim for him to notice the way Malachai's upper lip raises in warning to the interloping male, though the wolf remains courteously silent in deference to his nursing mate's choice of packmates. Roy nods and murmurs "Evenin'..." to the smaller silver wolf, then watches in affectionate bemusement as the dark wolf nudges her cubs in to nurse.

'Chana's girls are pretty used to strange things, as well as being very sure their mommy and daddies love them to bits and would never willingly allow harm to come to them. Further, it hasn't been that long since Rishima was nursing, so it isn't that much of a stretch for the girls. They've seen, after all, cross-species nursing before in the caravan: when a female dries up unexpectedly, or refuses her offspring, and another female is induced to accept the young. Sulochana-wolf lazily grooms her beloved cubs as they sleepily curl up against her and nurse, and the powerful internal pressure to be with her family in her own den finally eases. When the girls eventually drift off to sleep again, the huge black wolf sighs blissfully, curling up around them and settling herself for the night. Everyone's in the right place, everyone's safe and warm, everyone's fed. All is well.

Roy sits on the edge of the bed, watching the girls nurse. He finds it oddly sweet and comforting that 'Chana, even in this form, came back here to him and to them. He isn't exactly happy that Malachai is here or that 'Chana is in this form, but his sleepy brain is too groggy to be as furious as he's going to be when he can put two and two together and realize that she would have had the herbal concoction again. Instead he just slides out of the bunk and onto the floor so he can form a pair of parent-thesis with the girls in the middle. Malachai's lip raises again, but he is not going to pick a fight with his mate and the cubs there sleeping, so he lowers himself to the floor on the other side of 'Chana to rest as well. The huge black wolf wriggles a bit, making sure she's pressed up close against everyone... then she sighs gustily again, closing her eyes and contentedly drifting off.

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