Thirteen X Dakota (Finished <3)

[Wolf]

Thirteen watched as her world grew darker, and she knew why to. So Dakota was angry that she was hunting this squirrel. Well, it had been her idea to hunt in the first place, so the first kill should go to her. Maybe, if he didn't screw this up for her, she would let him have the second kill, maybe. She stepped forwards, and heard a sudden cracking noise. She has been so intent on the squirrel that she hadn't noticed a branch under her paw!

Quick as a flash, the squirrel stiffened and then bounded up the nearest tree. Thirteen was quick too, and managed to grab the squirrel's fluffy tail just before it made it to safty. With a growl, she yanked the animal off the tree and flung it to the ground.

The little squirrel was stunned, but this was after all, his life in danger, and he recovered, pulled his tail out of Thirteen's grasp, and streaked behind her, running as fast as his paws would carry him.

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[Wolf]

Unfourtunatly, he ran directly into Dakota's muzzle, which was low to the ground as he slunk through the underbrush.

Taken by surprise, Dakota reactred the way he would have if anything had run into his muzzle. He opened it wide and snapped at the squirrel, taking its head off. Realizing that he had killed the squirrel, he spit out the head and grabbed the limp body in his jaws, holding it up triumpently.

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[Wolf]

Thirteen did not like this one little bit however. "That's my squirrel!" She said as she heard the snap of his jaws and knew what must have happened. She whirled around and bounded to within an inch of Dakota, bearing her teeth at him. "I wanted to go hunting and I got it down from the tree! If you hadn't been so angry, I would have seen the branch and not stepped on it!" She was throwing anything at all out there that would leave her the undisputed owner of the prey.

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[Wolf]

Dakota, however, had different thoughts. He let go of the squirrel and snapped at her ear, missing by inches. "It is clearly my squirrel." He growled, moving so he was standing over top of the limp animal. Did she truly still think that it was her's? "I smelled it, and I also killed it. As well, if you hadn't tried to steal it in the first place, I wouldn't have gotten angry. He was even more angry now. The forest looked like a moonless night for about four feet around him.

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[Wolf]

Thirteen stood her ground. "it is my squirrel." She said, growling deep in her chest. "Mine." Why can't you get that through your head? We wouldn't even be hunting if it weren't for me!" She dove down low, trying to grab the squrriel in her teeth. If he wouldn't let her have what was rightfully her's, then she would take it by force!

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[Wolf]

Dakota reacted faster than her, putting his head down so that she was faced with a wall of teeth. "The squirrel is mine, end of discussion!" He snarled into her face. "Leave it alone. I killed the squrriel, and I smelled it, therefore it is mine." he would fight for the little scrap of fur if he had to. It wasn't so much that th squirrel wass worth a lot, more the fact that it was his and someone was trying to take it from him! And Thirteen of all volpes, the one he trusted the most!

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[Wolf]

Thirteen was ready to fight to the death for the squirrel, before she realized something. They had not come to this garden to fight and kill, but to bond, and have pups. They would never do that if one of them were dead. Still, she didn't want to give up the little squirrel. She continued to look Dakota straight in the eyes, so it was clear this wasn't a surrender. "You're right Dakota, you did help in catching the squirrel, but so did I. Without us both, it would never have been caught. We should share it." The concept of sharing was almost unheard of to Thirteen, but she truly had feelings for Dakota. Feelings that she couldn't quite figure out, but she knew she didn't want to kill him. Perhaps this could put an end to their fight.

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[Wolf]

Dakota continued to snarl for a few seconds, but than gradually the firce look on his face dissappeared as he thought this over. Share? Sharing was for the weak, was it not? And yet... He didn't want to kill Thirteen. She was a friend, perhaps more than a friend, the only volpe that liked to be with him. If he killed her, he would have nothing. And it wasn't like he wouldn't still have the squirrel. He would. Thirteen would just have it too. It would be both of their's, like their pups would be both of their's. "I accept your offer." He said slowly, backing away from the squirrel.

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[Wolf]

Thirteen suddenly leaped forwards in relief. Aiming not for the squirrel, but for Dakota. She was so relieved that she didn't have to kill him that another feeling was raising inside her. A feeling like none she had ever felt before. It was like the pleasure she got from pain, but stronger somehow, and she knew that she wouldn't lose control over a leg or something by feeling it. Was this what the other volpes called love? But didn't it make sense that it would be horrible for her if it was great for them?

But, perhaps it didn't matter. nothing mattered today besides Dakota. She could aford to feel something that the other weak volpes felt, just for today.

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[Wolf]

A pain started in Dakota's heart. A firey pain, but one that he seemed to want. He didn't even attack Thirteen when she leaped at him. He knew right away that this was love. He had heard it described to him, but never with the pain part. It was an intense pain, but one that he was sure he could live with, for how long it took them to be done in the garden at any rate.

He loved Thirteen, and somehow the pain of that love was worth it. Tentativly, he reached out and licked her ear. "I... I love you Thirteen," He said in an uncertain voice. The squireel was forgotten.

She felt the love that was in her heart leap at those three little words. "I love you too Dakota." She said. And she did. It had taken this, thinking of losing him at her own jaws, to make her realize that though they were different from the other volpes, they were meant to be together.

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