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[ Calming under the other’s presence, he understands the speech a little better. He whines again, tail wagging as he butts against Olivine’s hand.

Human him would object. Wolf him is not about to let his precious mate out of his watch.

That and even his wolf heart feels lighter. It was a myth that wolves were solitary. He could manage, but now that he had tasted not being alone, it was much harder to elect back to it. That was something he’d have to confront when his mind fully returned. ]

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[it provides a deep sense of relief, the way he butts against Olivine's hand. sure, they'll probably have to talk about it more directly when this ends, but... for now, this is all he needs.

warm fingers press to the base of his ears, scritching fondly before he's shifting to move.]

This way, then. We should be safe to get to the water now.

[and after that... after that, he'll just have to calm any villagers who are worried about a wolf following him back home. most of them shouldn't be, if anyone is even out.]

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[ He barks lightly in affirmation, pushing back on his haunches and rising with Olivine. He's large, larger than a wolf should be and he stays close, such that Olivine's hand natural falls against his head or back. It's as much for his own desire to be close as it is for the lingering sense of protection.

His thoughts continue to feel clearer, like Olivine's presence is reminding him of his humanity. They absolutely should not be seen covered in blood. That much he's sure of.

And he has a hazy memory of being in the water with Olivine being safe and pleasant.

When they reach it, he'll wait for Olivine to enter with him, but he'll be willing to submerge himself and be washed, assisting Olivine by licking and headbutting, for all the world a docile pup. ]

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[His hand continues its gentle movements when it comes to rest against Basch's head and back, an idle familiarity and reassurance both for him. It's really something he didn't realise he needed so badly.

Once they reach the water though, he'll take a moment to remove his top—the pants are thick enough to remain covering even when wet, but the rest? Better not to risk it. For Basch's comfort, it'll also confirm that the worst marks Olivine bears are little pink slivers, no worse than catching himself on a branch.

Once they're submerged, Olivine works in earnest, actions simple and sure. It's not hard to guess that he's bathed other animals before—and probably not surprising, given his nature. But right now all his attention is on the docile pup of a wolf with him, laughing softly when he headbutts or licks. And really, the other ever thought he would be a danger to Olivine...]

Alright... I think that's good.

[There's still a faint metal tinge to the air, but no more colour or remnant clings to sandy fur. The priest has already appeased his own worries in the effort of cleaning, too—no major wounds remain amid all the fur, and he doesn't flinch from any touches. Hands move to rub the space from brows to ears, thumbs massaging as he goes.]

Let's get dried off and head home.

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[ He does, in fact, resume his inspection of Olivine, tongue tracing any scratches to be sure, but he's calmed significantly that the other is fine.

And he's absolutely undignified at the other scratches and pets through his fur. It's...heavenly. He's never been pet before, not as a wolf, and now that he's relaxed, his tongue lolls and his tail wags, encouraged by Olivine's laughs.

He's almost sorry its over, but the promise of home makes him quick to escort the other out of the water, never getting too far until they're on land. He only moves away so he can shake his fur without catching Olivine too badly.

He'll stick close to the other's side, noise and ears alert for danger, but his gait and posture are light and happy, ears perked, and he'll periodically look up at Olivine with a doggish grin. ]

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[there's always the option to resume when they're settled, of course. Olivine himself isn't thinking past the walk, now that they're finished. and once they're both dry enough, with the priest's shirt pulled back on and his hair let back down from his shoulders, they can begin that trek.

it's quiet now, very possibly because of the very large monster being taken out and that sending a pretty blatant signal to everything in the area. either way, it's easy to keep an eye and ear out and rely on Basch for anything he might have missed. the fact that he's able to look up at him with that doggish grin only makes it more comfortable, and he's happy to reach down and pat him in turn.

night is approaching again by the time they reach the gates, the usual hustle and bustle already wound down as everything settles for the evening. there's a little surprise at seeing the sandy wolf with Olivine, but well... it's Olivine, so they're generally pretty willing to accept his calm.]

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[ Basch grows more tense as they approach the city gates, weight sticking closer to Olivine. All of his instincts say to flee, but that hand on his head and back grounds him. It also reminds him how much he doesn’t want to be alone.

So, tail and ears dipping in discomfort, he stays close, doing his best not to growl or look intimidating. It’s difficult to do much for the latter when he’s so large, but not snarling seems a good step.

The smell of panic doesn’t come. Some concern, yes, but the humans seem to be eased by Olivine’s ease. Basch whines lightly, but he follows through the gate, wary of the walls now keeping him in.

But his heart lifts too, recognizing sights and smells and the path home to Olivine’s den. The closer they get, the more dense it is in his scent, and Basch has to clamp down the desire to howl as the depth of his prior loneliness settles over him now that he’s safe. ]

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Just a little longer.

[It's a quiet promise in response to that whine, hand maintaining constant contact and gently easing over fur. They're not stopped for more than a brief moment—maybe because there's a sense of purpose to Olivine's gait, maybe because they're not sure what to do with a large wolf they know nothing about. Whatever the case, they make it to the church without much ado.

It's not until they're inside that Olivine's posture droops a little, relief filtering in as he exhales a sigh. Not that he was worried for Basch—this is the same tension that is there whenever he goes out, preparing to try to escape long-winded conversations by any means necessary. That's grown a lot easier with Basch around anyway.]

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[ Olivine droops and Basch is at his side, butting against his chest and wagging his tail. This, at least, is a familiar mood to him.

He butts at the other, pushing him back to he bed, and when Olivine is forced to sit or have very uncomfortable legs, Basch puts his heavy head across the other's lap, woofing lightly. It's not unlike the days he orders Olivine to the bed the rub his shoulders or hold him. He just...can't do much like this. ]

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Ah—hey—

[despite his verbal protests, Olivine lets himself be pushed over to the bed, exhaling a bemused sigh as he settles on it. it's always good, really, to have confirmation that he hasn't changed at all, but physically.]

I'm fine, you know...

[again his hand drifts down, rubbing and scritching over the werewolf's head and ears before bending down to press his lips to his forehead. you wouldn't think it was the first time they'd been together like this—but then, Olivine is always like this, isn't he. just having the other nearby helps immensely, even if they can't communicate the same way they usually do.]

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[ he huffs a heavy canine sigh at Olivine's claim he's fine. But his tail wags, and again his eyes grow heavy with the fingers at his scalp. It feels blissful, sending shivers through him. When Olivine dips to kiss him, he raises his snout, licking at the other's jaw.

He's not entirely himself, but his thoughts are clearer every hour with Olivine. This is good, and safe, and home, but he still longs to be able to hold and kiss the other, or to have them both be wolves and curl around him that way.

Still, he senses the growing ease in Olivine, and it is enough. He moves his head away, only to jump up on the bed, crawling to his usual spot so Olivine will follow. If he were human, he'd insist they eat, but he can't communicate, and the idea of facing the mess hall right now is more than he can really manage, though he wouldn't stop Olivine from going. ]

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[no respect at all from this pup. no, but really he's grateful for every passing moment, to not have to worry about whether Basch is safe or injured or hungry. the lick at his jaw earns a warm laugh. and for a bit, he's fine like that. just relaxing in the other's familiar presence and pampering him in a way that feels rare and wonderful, until the other's head moves to release him.

not that he goes far, jumping up onto the bed to settle back where he always would, and Olivine hums softly, stretching absently before turning to join him.]

Are you not hungry? I could get us something to eat... although I don't know if what you can have changes at all like this.

[for now he scoots up to lay beside the wolf, marveling quietly at... well, most everything about him. his size, the sleek sandy fur, the ease with which he maneuvers in this form.]

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[ The relief at not worrying about the other is mutual. And his partly-wolf thoughts mean, for once, he just quietly enjoys the affection put on him, because he can tell it pleases Olivine. And because he doesn't have the foresight to stop.

But when he does reposition, his tail wags as Olivine sidles up beside him. He can't answer Olivine's question, and he does wish the other would eat, but he also can't help the impulse to snuggle up beside the other and settle his head on his chest. ]

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After some rest, then.

[personally, he's not that hungry yet—it'll happen sooner or later with how much energy he expended, but for the moment? he'd definitely rather just snuggle up against Basch.

doubly so when the other's head settles on his chest, pleasantly warm and heavy. and as different as it feels, there's still ease in wrapping himself around Basch's form, letting the thread of fatigue set in for a comfortable rest.]

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[ He huffs, pleased that Olivine settles around him, and it isn't long before sleep takes both of them.

It's so deep, and Olivine's presence is so calming -- not to mention, some ambient benefit of his presence Basch still doesn't understand -- that the beginnings of his transformation back cause him so little pain as to not wake him. When he does stir, he doesn't even realize he's wrapped arms around Olivine, clawed hands and feet no risk in his sleep, sensitive canine ears still dancing at any disturbance. Most of his body is still covered in thick hair or fur, and his mouth is still full of sharp teeth, but he has a human face and with it, a voice.

He also has a very clear erection, relaxed and basking in the scent and warmth of his priest in the place they usually couple. ]

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[similarly, Olivine hardly stirs at all when the transformation begins. the only movements he makes are to nestle into the familiar wrap of arms, his own sliding up around shoulders, reminiscent of their first time really.

he does eventually mumble something and nuzzle into Basch's jaw, waking slowly to the realisation that it feels different from when they laid down. the scent is different too, something he's only recently begun to notice, and with a hum, he hugs a little closer. when he speaks, his voice is still a little slurred, a yawn trailing along with his speech.]

... morning...

[it'll take him a moment longer to realise how hard the other is, certainly by the time he presses in any closer.]

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[ Basch hasn't really woken either, and as the other stirs and shifts in closer, his own grip shifts, smoothing over skin where his padded hands have snuck under shirt. He hums in response, voice a low growl. ]

I missed you.

[ The way he nuzzles his nose into Olivine's jaw and neck is still very wolf, as is the nip at his neck. He's also still wolf enough to feel zero self-consciousness at rolling his hips against the other, making that heat clearly known.

He doesn't realize that heat is larger than usual, a part of him that has not yet transformed back. ]

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[padded hands pull his thoughts forward, the rumble in his voice making his heartbeat skip.]

I missed you too—ah—

[fingers curl as Basch nuzzles into and nips his neck, breath hitching as his hips roll into him. that—is a lot bigger than he remembers, actually.

the fact doesn't make him hesitate in the least though. if he's honest it makes him more curious, stirs him plainly as his hips press back in turn.]

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[ That's all the encouragement he needs, especially since he can smell the start of Olivine's interest. He tugs at Olivine's shirt, licking up his neck with a breathy moan.

As soon as that shirt is off, he rolls slightly, weight and cock bearing down as he starts to work a claiming mark into the cook of Olivine's neck, padded hand tugging at the other's nipple chains the way he likes.

His tail is wagging like an eager pup, tongue still a little rough. His cock feels so heavy and wanting, but some territorial part of him wants to mark Olivine properly first. He should have done this before they ever separated -- claiming him in mark and scent and mounting. This was his priest. ]

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[hands rise to help get his shirt off, Basch's name breathed on his lips as a whine rolls past him. weight presses him down, warm and comforting, and his fingers reach to thread into the other's hair.]

Nngh... oh, God...

[he can't help squirming as the other tugs at his chains, arousal pressing against his pants now. being marked like this—it ignites something in him that he can't even begin to put into words. claimed and taken like he always wants to be. and really, he finds himself even more greedy for it now, after being apart from him for most of his transformation.]

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[ The hands in his hair feel just as good as they had on his fur. His ears go back in pleasure, growling Olivine’s name in response.

Olivine’s shirt off, he dips lower, kissing and nipping down his chest as he starts to tug at the other’s pants. His fingers aren’t quite agile enough to undo the fastening, but that doesn’t stop his tongue from teasing the other’s middle, or his sharp teeth from caressing the skin there. ]

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[It takes him a moment to realise what Basch needs, mostly because he's thoroughly distracted by tongue and teeth teasing sensation against his middle. A few tugs later and he manages to reluctantly move one hand away from Basch's hair to fumble with the fastening, breath hitching at the sudden release of pressure when it gives.]

You're so... greedy for me... haah... I love it...

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I always...want more of you... [ he growls between increasingly biting kisses. The moment those pants are open, his hand is inside, pulling Olivine out.

His strokes are rough and demanding, not in the least self-conscious or worried about hurting Olivine. He feels confident in his read of the other's tastes. Olivine's words are something he'll have to mull over later, when he's in his right mind. ]

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Good... because you can—nngh—always have it...

[Olivine cries out as Basch takes him in hand, strokes urging his full arousal along beautifully. Hips rise into each one, confirming the blond's read quite handily. Fingers trail over his back, kneading through fur and pressing into the flesh at its roots, careful but similarly not too gentle.

He sees no problem at all with anything he's said though, let alone with continuing on this way. That will be a conversation for later, no doubt, when he's worked through his thoughts on the words.]

Haah... you feel so good... I need more...

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[ Basch, too, will have to think about that later. Right now he just croons in satisfaction, loving the hands in his fur and encouragement for more more.

He lets off Olivine's cock, but only to dip two fingers lower, tracing the other's already interested opening before starting to press in. Gods, he wants to just fuck him now, but he also wants this to be good and long, wants Olivine to be lost in bliss. ]

I will give you everything I can, as often as you ask.