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The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

The lingering feeling of his rough tongue gliding against the lips between her hips continued to persist, a feeling she hadn't yet felt before by someone of a gentle nature. His saliva only made her cunt sopping wet, her clitoris tingling and begging to be rubbed to reach its climax. As the twos tongues began to twirl against one another the taste of her juices dripped on her budded tongue, reaching up to her palate to taste her own cum. It was sweet and she didn't mind to taste her own nectar, especially when Amarok could be tasted alongside it.

Consistently his cock pressed against her thigh, as if it was egging closer to bury itself inside of her cunt. A drip of precum landed atop of her fur and she pondered on how he tasted. Though she was foreign to being a lover she was not even a tad bit shy. She had a dominant personality and that might have helped her in the long run.

Her hand directly slid down to grab ahold of his pulsating cock, her fingers wrapping around the girthy flesh. The striations of his veins jolted inside of her palm to the flow of his pulse; quickened and rushed. Her thumb gently places overtop of the entrance of his cock, massaging the tip to make it glisten more as his cum was spread around generously. The head rolled against her thumb, causing it to become slippery and well lubricated. Her mouth watered at the sight of it, but instead for the moment her hand motioned down to grip the base of his cock, holding it tightly but not enough to cause discomfort.

Slowly and tormenting did she stroke his rod, soft to to touch yet hard as she clutched against it. The higher she went the harsher his heart beated which brought pleasure to her amusement. He was so easy to control by just one part of his body. She held the power in this moment. He was desperate for release, he didn't need to tell her directly for her to be known of it. Again, her hand skated back down to the base, only to move back upwards. Her free hand danced its way down to the sac that hung below the middle of his legs, gently cupping the flesh and moving the two orbs into her palm like a bag of marbles. Her other hand did not lose rhythm as the one cupping his balls played their own tune. She couldn't help but to pull her face away to catch a glimpse of his expression to her raunchy actions, a sexy smirk playing on those "innocent" lips.
 
Amarok was kissing her when he felt Zara shift slightly and then felt her delicate fingers wrap around his cock. He had to give it to the feline - she wasn't shy. A soft heated chuckle escaped him, a gasp of warm breath on her fur and against her lips where they shared breath now. A low deep moan rumbled from him, and he could feel his shaft pulsing softly in her hand, his arousal throbbing with his heartbeat. As her thumb slipped over his cumslit, rolling around that sensitive crown and smearing his glistening precum, Amarok shuddered slightly and then closed his eyes as Zara's hand moved to the base of his root to squeeze. As he had thought, his cock was as big as her forearm and he smirked when he glanced down. Those slow deliberate strokes made him relax, and even as her free hand moved to grasp and fondle his heavy sac, Amarok rolled slightly to his back and gave her another smirk, almost answering her own expression.

"I think I'm just going to relax and watch this show. I didn't think you were very experienced Zara. Are you sure you know what to do with..." his eyes shifted meaningfully to his red throbbing prick, "... that nice big cock? Your pussy knows what it wants and has been drooling over it for some time now." he teased, flexing his pelvic muscles to thrust upward into her hand a little more, and urging more precum to slide from the wide tip of his shaft. "You seem to be doing pretty well. I am sure you've heard talk in the female dorms. Why don't you show me a little of what you've heard about?" he coaxed.
 
Zara couldn’t help but raise a brow to his snarky remarks. Was he really testing her abilities? β€œI may be a virgin but my imagination helps me with my actions. It’s all instinctive, am I right?” Her cupid’s bow lips quirked up into a smirk before her gaze shifted back on the swollen prick. She would show him. The pile of hair that was obstructing her view was casted away on her opposite shoulder as she bent down for the kill. Her mouth opened wide as her lips began to envelope around the gleaming head, compressing down as her cheeks started to hollow inwards. Her other hand continued to play with the dangling sac, feeling them constrict once the warmth of her mouth and tongue stroked his man meat.

Another sadistic-like stare was directed in Amarok’s direction, wondering if he expected her to jump right in for the kill. She made it her goal to help him release the tension that built up in his sac. Slowly and agonizingly she let the shaft slide down gradually into the back of her throat, grazing her uvula but surprisingly not making her gag. It was obvious that she wouldn’t be able to get his full length into the depths of her esophagus but she did manage to get quite a bit of himself inside of her. Her throat constricted to grip at his girth and he would be able to feel the shift of her esophagus’ muscles as she tried to swallow.

She tried her hardest to let it sit inside of her throat, eyes swelling and welling with tears. Her lungs screamed for air, and until they ached enough she would pull away. Long and thick strands of her saliva connected from her lips to the tip of his sopping wet cock. She gasped for air, soaking in the oxygen as if she just ran a marathon.
 
Amarok was about to answer, his body language daring her to follow that instinct she spoke about, when he felt those lush lips wrap about the swollen head of his cock. The suction she applied was subtle, but palpable, and Amarok's yellow eyes were glued on Zara as her eyes slipped up to his face, her lips stretched around his swollen shaft, and the arctic wolf met that stare. Then Zara took more, pressing down onto his turgid cock, sucking all the while. Amarok, for all his boasting, had not been with a female in some tme, and he shuddered in pleasure, his head falling back onto the pillow as a groan left his throat. His back arched a little hips lifting as he encouraged her to take more.

The moan he had givn was followed by another as Zara swallowed, the constriction of her throat providing more suction and friction and Amarok splayed his legs wide, one massive hand coming down to caress her face. "That's my girl. Suck that cock like you mean it." he growled at her and when Zara finally pulled off his cock, thick strands of saliva connected to his cockhead, and her lips slightly swollen from the friction, Amarok had never seen her look so beautiful. "You're not done yet." he told her with a devilish smile and he pulled her back down, rubbing precum across her lips
 
Luckily Amarok had given her just enough time to catch her breath until he slammed her head back down to continue her job. The precum smeared against her swollen lips, almost acting like lip gloss. Her tongue slithered out to flick at his swollen red head before opening wide to allow the invading member to explore the depths of her mouth. His strong and large hand was felt still on top of her head, ready to encourage her to go down further to what he pleased.

Her lips stretched and ached as it extended in ways it never has before prior to her gag experience. Daintily she placed her palms on his thighs to use them as leverage and balance as she sunk down further onto his sex. Inch by inch she made more fit into her esophagus that she hadn't before, and it throbbed. Her throat was being pried open to allow the girth to fit.

Her theist convulsed and spasmed, almost vibrating onto his cock. Precum slid down the back of her throat and it helped to lubricate it. More was stuffed into the cavern, almost making her want to gag to expel the obstructing object lodged inside. Tears streamed down her cheeks that dribbled off from her chin onto the back of her hands. It was amazing how much she managed to stuff inside on the second round, but it came at a price of some discomfort.

She held on, her watery eyes gazing up at her lovers for approval of how much she was taking in.
 
Amarok watched and in short he was... amazed. Zara took him deeper and deeper until it was if she sought to consume him. "Yes my love..." he whispered to her, and groaned as his back arched, her soft delicate hands placed on his thighs. Despite his best efforts not to the wolf thrust his hips, gently fucking her throat as that tight channel stretched to help accommodate his throbbing cock.

That was when he saw her face and his eyes locked with hers. He saw her need then, her dee-seated desire to please him, to know that he was proud of her. She wanted it so much she was crying. "You are beautiful, and such a good girl." he told her quietly, and took his hand away from the back of her head to allow her to do as she so desired. He stilled his hips as well, and the throbbing of his cock told her how much he needed her.

"Please Zara, make me cum." he told her, the words bordering on a command as his lips pulled back to show his teeth in his pleasure.
 
His teeth glistened as he proudly displayed his pleasure, pleading for a release granted by her mouth. Her eyes moved back to her work, forcing herself once more to take in more length than what she truthfully could handle. Her tongue whipped around in circular motions to massage his prick to add further satisfaction.

Rising up and dislodging the cock in her throat she was allowed to breathe, but she didn’t take the cock out from her mouth. She gulped at the air before regaining her strength, this time fervently bobbing her head up and down to add friction. At the rate that she was going it wouldn’t be long until he would blow inside of her mouth.

With each second her pace grew faster, moving her head as fast as she could while roughly yet lovingly gripping onto his thighs for control. The mattress underneath them squeaked from their roughhousing and Zara wondered if Hagen could hear them.
 
Amarok trembled in pleasure as Zara continued her work, her head bobbing on his cock as if she was desperate, a cat begging for cream. Her tongue massaged and teased his sensitive flesh, and Amarok growled his approval of her method, her hands pressed to his thighs. Zara would be able to feel his heavy balls tighten, his muscles already preparing to expel his seed.

Amarok reached down with his hands, gathering her hair and holding it back from her face so he could see his cock disappear into her mouth over and over, the glistening bright red shaft slick with her saliva and his own precum. The wolf had not considered the sound they were making, the bed creaking underneath them,but he cared not, and if Hagen needed to investigate, then so be it.

In the meantime he could feel his orgasm approaching, and the wolf growled deep and long, arching his back but keeping an eye on Zara as she fucked him with her mouth. Finally, after the tension built and built, and he was unable t hod back any longer, Amarok erupted. His cock pulsated as thick ropes of cum exploded from the tip, his thighs trembling. It had been such a long time since he'd been with a girl, much less one that he'd actually fantasized about, his the proof was in the huge load he spilled, emptying his balls as he twitched and writhed in pleasure under Zara's ministrations.
 
His muscles tightened to signify that his release was close, and although Zara's mouth was beginning to grow worn she wouldn't stop. Instead, she gripped tighter on his thighs to help distribute her balance. The meat inside of her mouth tensed up, the soft reassuring feeling of his hands caressing her mop of tresses so he could catch a glimpse of her artwork.

The way he breathed changed and before she could realize what was happening long thick ropes of cum began to pour out from his cocks slit, flowing freely into the depths of her throat. The gushing fluid forced her to swallow in large gulps, her throat muscles motioning up and down with each drink. It seemed to have been going on for almost over a minute before the seed from his sac was finally emptied.

Retreating away as she sat on her knees, the back of her hand wiped away the saliva and remnants around her mouth before giving a cheeky smile in his direction.

"Wow, I had no idea you stored it for so long, I'm now curious of your history."She teased him before falling on her back to lay beside him. "Doing that to you got me so wet..." She spoke as she spread her legs apart to show him the knotted up fur that soaked in her cunts juices.
 
There was a bit of surprise that Zara so readily, and eagerly, and almost easily, swallowed every drop he gave to her. "That's my girl." he whispered to her and stroked her head and her hair. Then she sat up and he met her smile with one of his own, his bright red cock glistening and slowly retreating into his sheath by several inches, though not completely, as she spoke. When she said she was wet and spread her legs for him, Amarok's yellow eyes slipped up to her face. "I can clean that up for you, sweet Zara." he said and without waiting for her answer he moved, his huge hands on her knees to keep her legs apart, almost pinning her down as he brought his muzzle to her dampened fur, her inner labia swollen and peeking just a bit between her soft puffy outer lips. A devilish smile came to the face of the wolf and much as Zara had done to him, his eyes found hers as his long pink tongue snaked from his mouth to slide along the cleft of her pussy, tasting her truly for the first time.

A deep moan of satisfaction erupted from the chest of the wolf as he tasted her sweet nectar, and his eyes slowly closed as he delved deeper, probing at her little pink fuckhole for a moment before slipping lower still to lave over her pucker, rimming her for a moment and catching the running juices of her cunt on his tongue.
 
Zara wasn't anticipating Amarok to so eagerly nestle in between her legs to lap at her everlasting nectar. Since he already cummed she didn't think he would still be ready for another raunchy round. Those piercing yellow eyes added to the effect of her heat and she excitedly awaited for the first lap of his pink muscle to glide against her sex.

It was dragged out and excruciating, instinctively causing Zara to let out a relaxing moan as her hands sought out to grip at the bristled fur atop of his head. His fur was so soft and well groomed as her fingers stroked through his mane, gripping it tightly once the buds of his tongue gently rubbed against a sensitive spot between her legs.

Once his tongue glided over her pucker, her body tensed up as her back arched in response to the invading muscle. At it circled around her rim she couldn't help but pant heavily into the air in approval of his actions. Even if she wanted to close her thighs she couldn't because of the force of his grip to pry her legs open. It wasn't harsh, he was just overwhelmingly more powerful than she was.


"Oh Amarok... I'm so glad you're mine." She breathed out the words as her legs willingly spread more for him. Her inner thighs ached slightly from her muscles not use to being stretched so far apart but it almost intensified the pleasure.
 
Hearing and feeling her reaction as he laved his tongue over her tight little asshole, Amarok smiled to himself and drove his tongue at that little star, and as he felt her thighs tremble he rubbed and massaged her legs. The fact that she then said he was hers... a low heated groan left hm and his tongue moved back to her puffy and swollen little cunt, splitting her fleshy lips to probe at her little hole. The taste of her, the smell of her and the feel of her brought him to arousal again, and one hand left her thigh to reach down and stroke himself.

Amarok slowed down though, settling into a slow easy pace. His tongue was lazy on her swollen flesh, and he dared to remove his other hand from her thigh as well, trusting her to keep her legs spread for him as that hand slid up her taut little body to grasp and grope her breasts, fingers finding her nipples to tug and tweak gently. Moaning into her sex he sent those minute vibrations through her hard clit as his mouth sealed around that sensitive button and he sucked, the tip of his tongue grazing along that pearl.

Finally, lifting his head, Amarok's bright yellow eyes settled on hers, his hand still playing with her nipples as he smiled, his muzzle glistening from her juices. "I'm going to make you scream in pleasure." he growled to her, voice dripping with confidence before he dropped his muzzle back to her pussy and the hand on his cock moved back up along her body, his thumb teasing around her asshole once more, stroking her tail as well, as he licked and lapped at her pussy.
 
The way Amarok's tongue continuously rolled around fro her puffy and swollen cunt towards her puckered hole sent electrifying chills to invade her entire body. Her nipples perked and the buds were as hard as a rock. The constant motioning with his stroking shook the bed that was underneath them.

It was growing hard to keep her legs pried open for him, the muscles aching and growing tired. They tensed as flexed, her own hands gliding downwards to keep them split for a little longer and to ease the tension that was building in those muscles of hers. Muffled moans by her sealed lips chaotically erupted as her clitoris continued to be played with, her legs jolting each time his tongue flicked at the bud.

It wouldn't be long until she would give away, the climax already beginning to rise as her body could sense the familiar feeling. "Damn right you're going to." Zara hotly responded as a moan soon followed, her hands leaving her thighs to violently grip at the hair on top of his head. "Tongue fuck me and I'll be sure to cum all over that awaiting tongue of yours!" She spat through clenched teeth, trying to keep a steady breathing pace as her arousal was peeking.
 
Those slender fingers in his hair, tugging and pulling as her words coerced him to prolong and redouble his efforts as she asked for that tonguefucking. A request he happily obliged as he pressed his tongue as deeply into her now soaked cunt as he could. His nose pressed hard to her clit and he exhaled, vibrating over that bundle of nerves, warm air hitting that swollen bud as he drove his tongue in and out of her until the inevitable...

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Afterward, Amarok had come into the bed with Zara and wrapped her in his arms, his heart telling him what he already knew: that this was his destined. This was his mate. Yet his brain rebelled. He was canine and she was feline. There was no way she should be his mate. Yet he knew what he knew, and he held her close; as if he let her go she might disappear like so much smoke.

The morning sun seeped into the windows of the spare back room, and brought Amarok slowly out of his slumber. The smaller form of Zara was still ensconced in his arms, their shared warmth a wonderful feeling, and Amarok breathed her in, unafraid now to share softer actions with her. Kissing the top of her head he nibbled on one ear playfully.

"Wake up little kitten. We have work to do and a Trial to complete." he whispered to her, and patted her bottom.
 
Zara fought with herself as she tried to contain her orgasm, but the battle was lost as her body instinctively shuddered in ecstasy, an overflowing amount of her sweet juices erupted from her love hole, causing a puddle to drip down underneath her thighs. His tongue was talented and she wondered for a second how many females he had practiced on, only to shoo away the thought and not wanting to cause jealously to break through.

The two found their way into one another’s warm embrace, locking their grip all throughout the night as their love even continued to blossom throughout their slumber.


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An invading shimmer of yellow caused the feline’s eyes to flutter open, soft pecks immediately followed on her forehead, eliciting a smile to spread from ear-to-ear.

β€œI am so glad that this is how we will be starting our morning off from now on.” The feline purred as her head raised to kiss the wolf on the lips, holding him tightly once more before the two began their day. Hagen had already prepared breakfast, the smell of crispy bacon and eggs enveloping the room as the two stepped out into the kitchen.

β€œI figured I would make some breakfast since you’re leaving in a bit. Better eat up since it’ll be rough from here on out.” Hagen finished washing her hands as she patted them dry on her thighs, smiling warmly before beginning to grab a plat for herself. Zara began to make herself and Amarok a plate before setting them down on the table.

Hagen reached down into her pocket to pull out the map that needed to be used for the remainder of the trip, sliding it down towards Amarok. β€œThis’ll come in handy.” She teased before adding, β€œI took the liberty of loading some items that would be useful to you two during your journey as well as replenishing what you had prior.”

β€œWe cannot thank you enough for your hospitality. We will repay you back after this is all said and done. Anything you need and we’ll be on the case!” Zara took a hearty bite of her bacon, the crunch sounding off inside of her eardrums.
 
Amarok drank his lover as she came and quivered, thighs trembling as she lifted her ass when her back arched. The wolf growled happily at her pleasure and licked her more softly as she came down from her high. He wanted to know if the little feline could have multiple orgasms, but Hagen might not appreciate that. So off to sleep he went, and when morning arrived Zara seemed quite at peace with what they had done. Getting out of bed the wolf made his way to the washroom to relieve himself and by the time he made it to the kitchen and dining room area, Zara had fixed him a plate.

"Thank you very much, this looks delicious." he said, and took a seat at the table. He hadn't expected Hagen to take care of them in this manner, but he was glad she was, and it would make setting out much better since they'd now have full stomachs.

As Hagen slid the map toward him, Amarok pulled it to him and slipped it into one of the larger pouches on his belt. "Thank you Hagen. Your help has been indispensable." he said, the wolf quite impressed with the help and hospitality they had received. By now he'd taken a huge bite of his breakfast and could only nod his agreement with Zara's sentiment.

The meal did not last long, the wolf making quick work of his food, and soon he had moved back to the room to don his armor and gauntlet, grab his weapons and make sure that they were well stocked to head out. Once that was done he would collect Zara as well, and bid a goodbye to Hagen. Amarok found he didn't want to leave and he would always remember Hagen's as where he and Zara had proclaimed their love and shared their first true kiss. It was not long before they were out on the streets of the town.

Heading north they soon would pass under the Northgate and would be in the foothills of the Tempest Peaks. Just a scant distance out of the town, perhaps a half mile or so, they found their path blocked by a figure. Obviously feline in nature the gray-furred anthro stood with a hand on one cocked hip. Soon she called out to them.

"I have a bone to pick with you. You killed my brother, Lavier. I intend to settle that score." the feline said. She was either lying, or there was something more going on here.
 
Before setting off yet again on their wicked adventure Zara made sure to change her uniform into one more fitting for the environment. Despite it looking thin and incompatible with the wintry topographies, it wasn’t your typical set of clothing. It had been enhanced with the wings of a rare avian known for protecting healers who had a great appreciation to the wilderness and becoming β€œone” with nature. The outfit wasn’t suited for everyone and only worked with those who truly had that deep connection as Zara did. Another useful piece was enhancing magical abilities, especially healing as well as minor combat techniques that uses the environment surrounding the user.

Her weapon of choice was securely fixed against the strap of her quiver, ready to be used when necessary. β€œAnd we’re off.” Zara grinned to Amarok as the pair walked outside and bidding Hagen a farewell, unknowing if they will ever cross paths again. One can only hope for the best.

Their trusty steed breathed heavily in the changing conditions, the snow falling down a bit harder but was seen increasing intensity in the distant towns where the mountains began forming. In the depths of the cascading snow a silhouetted figure impudently blocked the trail that lead towards their route. The closer they stood before the shape they noted it was a female feline. It had taken Zara off guard with how straightforward she was. The cat jumped off from the horse, walking up closely to the unfamiliar feline but not too much closer. The fur on her body was rising due to increasing tension in the aura.

β€œI do not know about your brother’s whereabouts and would not like to know.” Zara pungently responded, slightly showing the tips of her canines in a sign of warning. β€œNow move along, we have no business with you.”
 
Amarok admired the change of clothing that Zara had picked, though for himself he looked the same save for a heavy cloak that he brought, the cold in the mountains getting bitter, and though he needed little help staying war, as an arctic wolf type, the wetness that the cloak kept away would keep him from smelling like a wet dog something he hoped Zara might appreciate. His own magic had been replenished, and he felt a little more in control, though the gauntlet would still help him focus. Amarok was happy for Zara's healing through, as all his magic was offensive in nature.

Their horse had been well tended to and Amarok patted the animal's neck as Zara hopped up. Amarok stayed walking, feeling like the morning air would do him good, though as they ran across the figure blocking their path, a low growl emanated from Amarok's chest. Zara had hopped down and Amarok moved along by her side, fur bristling beneath the cloak. Zara spoke her peace and the other feline reacted.

The gray-furred feline hissed softly, also showing her teeth a little. "Liar! You might not know where he is, but that one there," she hissed, pointing at Amarok, "killed him. You should have no truck with this dog, but from what I hear you might as well fuck him! were Lavier not my brother I'd care not a whit about canine on canine violence. But his family took me in and raised me, and I can't let his death go unavenged." she spat, her eyes burning as she regarded Amarok.

Amarok growled as he spoke. "I did kill your brother. The raping murdering cur had no right to draw breath and would have raped and killed my companion there if I had not intervened." he said, the tone he used dangerous as tensions rose further.

"Liar!" the feline hissed again, eyes flashing. "He was one of the most noble and faithful males I have ever known, of any race. Not only did you murder him, but you besmirch him as well!" By now the fur of the feline was raised as her ire grew, and her right hand rested on the hilt of her sword.
 
Zara kept a close eye on the feline's movements, her hand quick to rest on her sword, a security blanket for her comfort to the threat. Zara also rested her hand over her small dagger that was fastened in between her belt. "If he was so noble then why did he kill countless of women? Everyone blinked an eye to that because he was so 'noble', huh?" She spat her words out at the gray-furred cat, adding a hiss at the end. "I bet you helped him get away with the previous deaths."

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" She snarled back at Zara, clenching tighter onto the base of the sword, eyes narrowing as her stilted pupils constricted to look like a little sliver of black. "Don't talk about my brother like that, I will not allow any taint to be stained on his good name!"

"I almost wonder if he did just those things to you and got you fucked up in the head." Zara hummed to herself, knowing it'll spark a nerve on her.
 
The feline hissed, slowly lowering into a crouch - a surefire sign that she was sufficiently angry that she was likely preparing to attack. "I just wanted you to know that I know. I'm not foolish enough to attack the both of you, but rest assured, this will not be the last time you see me. I'll return when the odds are more in my favor." the female snarled out, and then, in a flash of magic and greenish smoke, she disappeared. It was powerful magic, and the smell of sulfur left behind was confusing to the senses.

"Dammit!" Amarok growled. "So that make me wonder how many people know just what happened? I'm not even sure how she discovered things unless she was the one to remove his body." Amarok mused. "But I doubt she could have done that without help... so perhaps there are others who already know?" he said as he thought aloud.

The arctic wolf looked to Zara. "What do you think? We rightly cannot go back to Ferndale now, but pressing onward we know that she will track us down again, and bring others with her I would guess."
 
The sulfur burnt the inside of her nostrils, causing a discomforting facial expression to show through. She waved the smoke away whilst coughing. "Her magic was very strong, what if she used a disguise to portray someone else to get a message across?" Zara proposed the idea as she searched around to make sure the feline hadn't made her way behind them in the blink of an eye. She left an unsettling aura surrounding her.

"I wouldn't want to go back to Ferndale just in case word got out. The snow further ahead appears to be thick and fast. We should be masked somewhat if we pursue further into our original route. It'll be harder for her to find us, and I believe Hagen gave us a few potion that masks our scent for an hour or two in dire circumstances. We can use that when needed." Zara jumped back on the steed before gripping onto its main, tugging it gently in a sign to press onward.

As Zara stated the further they got into the heart of the mountain the snow fell more severely, a blizzard in the forecast if this were to keep up. It would take another hour before the nearest city would be in sight and the sun was soon settling, but they had to go into the city before they froze. It felt like more than an hour of traveling, the duo quiet and sharing little words. It was apparent that they had a lot on their mind since the feline made her appearance.

A cement wall with an entrance began to come into view the closer they got towards it, the city finally into view. "Phew, now we can get warm and get something warm in our stomachs. If it wasn't for Hagen's breakfast I would have been starving."
 
Amarok considered what Zara said and finally shoo his head. "That is entirely possible. Though it is also possible she had a teleportation stone. Those do not come cheaply, but it makes me wonder if the magic was truly her own, or simply bought." he said, which would make a big difference in the type of person they would later face. A magic-wielder of some power, or just someone who could buy the same.

The wold had to agree with Zara's ideas though, and soon walked along beside the horse. His double coat kept him warm as the wind picked up and the snow fell harder. The big fat flakes that stuck easily to rock and tree, soon coating everything in that lustrous white. Amarok kept his thoughts to himself and stayed close by Zara's side. They would consult the map now and then, making sure they did not stray from the path, as the blowing snow made it easy to get lost, and that could prove catastrophic in the mountains.

It was some time, but soon the outer stone walls of Hengeguard came into view. It was a city built into the mountain itself, populated by dwarves and humans mostly. "I have to agree. Shelter will be nice. I wonder if the weather will delay our travel." Amarok mused, and as they drew closer to that large perimeter wall, meant to keep out things such as orcs and snow beasts, the two could see guards, their quilted and fur-lined armor hlping to keep them warm. One of them hailed the two.

"Travelers! You are lucky! In another bit we'd be closing the gate! Hengeguard does not see many visitors, so you must be the Academy students we have been expecting." the man said. This one was obviously human, though the other one close by was a dwarf, observing them but saying nothing, his axe over his shoulder.

"That's us! We've come from Ferndale, from Hagen's." Amarok replied as they approached within a few feet.

"I see! How is that old man doing by the way?" the man asked.

Realizing that the man might not know Hagen was actually an elf, and a female at that, Amarok smiled with a nod. "Spry as ever."

A snorted laugh and the man waved them through. "Go see Oleg at the inn, and then you should probably visit Garog, the mayor. They've a feast planned for you, but they need to know when you arrive. And you didn't hear about the feast from me!" he said.

A grumble from the dwarf, but they both stood aside to let them pass.
 
Zara didn’t chime into the conversation but instead listened to what they were saying. The human male was very pleasant and had a good personality. The dwarf on the other hand seemed irritable and unfriendly, but that’s how most of them appeared anyways. Waving the men off they were on their way to the Inn that went by the name β€œSnowdrifts Inn.” Kind of satirical for being up in the snowy mountains. Instead of wooden like most is was brick, a heaping amount of steam coming from the chimney above.

As she hopped off the horse she would grab their belongings and handed some to Amarok before taking the trusty steed to lodge for the night. He was probably worn out from traveling and needed to eat and rest for the remainder of their time spent here. The couple walked into the Inn, Oleg standing at the front desk writing down on what seemed to be paperwork. He was on the more mature side of age.

β€œAh! Hello young folk, you’re those Academy students, right?” He looked down as his eyes were above his glasses, his look stern but not scolding. Only to get a better look at them. β€œAh, it is you, the cat and the wolf!” Fixing his glasses to be placed on the bridge of his nose he would leave his station whilst grabbing two sets of bronze keys. The bronze clanked together as he walked, ringing in Zara’s ear.

β€œGreetings, and yes that’s us!” Zara chirped in as she shook the eager man’s hand. Though he was older his grip was as robust as someone of younger age.

β€œSorry for being so excited, we don’t really have visitors here and it’s nice to finally see a bunch of travelers. Who would want to be in a cold environment like that, no? Anyways, here are your keys. Your room is number 4. It’s a king sized bed with its own fireplace as well as a beautiful view of the mountains. It’s the best bedroom in this Inn so feel special.” He smiled a toothless grin and handed them each their own key before returning back to his quarters. β€œIf you need anything you know where to find me.”

β€œThank you so much, Oleg. You’re very kind.” Zara responded before departing to go into their room. She set their belongings on the chair before pivoting around to Amarok, wrapping her small arms around his muscular back. β€œI feel like we haven’t touched in forever, my sweet wolf.” She whispered in hushed tones only he could hear before kissing him gently on this bridge of his muzzle. β€œWe should go to the mayor before it gets too late. They were closing the gate soon so we better be quick before the mayor resides for the night.”
 
Amarok was more than happy to pass through the gates and into the city, the perimeter providing shelter from the wind and soon enough they walked under a massive barbican and into the city proper. The mountain might have seemed to bear down on them, but the brightness of Hengeguard alleviated that feeing and the inn seemed quite nice. The brick and mortar was bolstered with some thick timber, which surely had to have been imported from somewhere. The proprietor was nice enough and Amarok was glad to be in their room when Zara nuzzled into his chest. "I know, my cherished one." he replied, his tone just as hushed.

"I am sure that word has already spread, so I doubt they will shut us out, but you're right. We should make haste." he said, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head and gave her bottom a playful swat as they dropped off their traveling belongings and would head out into Hengeguard proper.

The cityscape could be seen from the small balcony of their room, and they could tell that they would have to descend deeper into the city most likely, the inn close to the entrance. In fact, as they would exit the inn, they were met by a female halfling... who was quite tiny compared to the both of them, but especially Amarok.

"Helloooo!" she called cheerily as she approached, her voice quite melodic. "I am Rose, and I have volunteered to be your guide in our fair city." he said, obviously quite proud. Her topmost curls barely came over three feet in height, but she looked up at both of them with a wide smile, her ears perked.

"Hello Rose, my name is Amarok, and this is Zara." Amarok said, and smiled at the tiny woman.

"So cyoot! You make a very unusual and pretty couple!" Rose stated, smiling knowingly. "I can always tel these things. It is a gift of mine! Nobody would have guessed I would fall in love with a human but... there you go! You have to follow your heart, right?" she said, and winked. "If you'll follow me, the mayor is waiting for you." she said, and started to lead the way down the path.
 
Zara couldn’t get enough of this character named Rose. She was so small and adorable, especially the way she spoke. β€œHi Rose, I can’t help but tell you you’re so adorable. Not in an offending manner, it’s just how you talk and such is very pleasing to my ears.” She couldn’t help but smile after being honest.

β€œD’awe, well thank you soooo much! It’s just how I am, y’know!” Excitedly she responded as they began their travels. β€œIt’s not too far from the inn but it is a little bit of a walk.” She skipped along the pavement as she led the way, similar to that of a child I behavior.

β€œIt’s okay, we need the exercise.” Zara giggled at her joke. She was the one who was sitting on the horse while Amarok walked, it was her that needed the exercise and not him.

β€œYou’re thinner than a twig! You need meat on those bones.” Rose responded as she laughed as well. The city’s hall was in view and it was rather large. It looked important with a lot of history inside of its doors. β€œAaaannndd we are here!” Rose opened a door and allowed the couple to walk inside first before soon following, the door shutting behind them.

β€œWow, it’s so delicate inside.” Zara noticed as everything looked pristine and in place. It almost looked as if no one has stepped foot inside of the building.

β€œThe mayor is in the dining room, we have a feast prepared for you!” Rose chirped as her hands folded behind her back and guided them in the right direction.
 
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