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[actuallyawolf]

idk finish this later, but it's here

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Sending stone, during the March TDM, Farming Scientist

[pineapplesalmon]

[The first message is simply:] Mushrooms!

[The second message is:] We can cultivate mushrooms in basements! They're not the best protein source in the world for vegetarians, but they'll help increase our food supply! And they're low effort once they're started!

[Blame Fever.]

[actuallyawolf]

[She likes sending stones so much better than texting.]

Mushrooms are good. I don't know a lot about farming them, but I can help you get them started.

[pineapplesalmon]

[And César likes texting better than sending stones, go figure.]

Mushroom farming is big business back on Earth. I'd appreciate any insights you'd have. ... and, ah, passing the knowledge freely to anyone that wants to help. If I lead a full-scale project by myself, I'll end up overworking myself to exhaustion for sure, and then I'll never hear the end of it from my girlfriend!

[Yes, girlfriend. Because his ask was successful!]

Oh! Speaking of which, thank you for all that foraging. Both Magne and I having full stomachs was a gift in itself.

[actuallyawolf]

I'm glad! I like Magne a lot. Did she like it?

Visit A New Neightbor (As I said, no rush)

[hereticofthewilds]

The trees have been whispering of a new neighbor. A new burrow. Maybe... a new friend? Elsie has finally gotten up the courage to go see for herself.

She sticks her head in through the hole of Ylva's burrow. Her hair happens to be moss green today. "Hello?"

[actuallyawolf]

Ylva's den is warm and snug, and she has been having a nice afternoon nap, but she's awake immediately, with a start. She bares her teeth initially, a reflexive territorial urge over this place that she's made herself, but that doesn't last long.

She blinks at the new face, and relaxes a little.

"Are you... Elsie?"

[hereticofthewilds]

Elsie flinches back a little from bared teeth, the way any animal would when threatened, but a bright smile breaks on her lips when she hears her name.

"Yes! Are you Ylva?"

[actuallyawolf]

"Yeah," she says, "I am."

Ylva stares for a moment, debating whether she's okay with Elsie being in her den (it's her own special space and she's allowed to be territorial about it) but after a moment ducks her head. "I wanted to -- well, do you want to come in or should we sit outside to talk?"

Invitation via Sending Stone

[sistermagnetic]

Been out to the springs yet?
I've been meaning to get out there,
So it would be nice to go with someone that knows the woods.

Whether or not Ylva actually responds, Magne does put together a bag with a towel and some dry clothes to take the rail out there, and hike the rest of the way on foot. She's very much not the wilderness type, all of her survival knowledge specific to living in urban environments.

At least by now the path there has started to get worn in and even paved with some nice, flat stones, and amenities have been added in the form of a changing room and a place to rinse down.

[actuallyawolf]

Of course she'll go. It's exciting to be asked, and as she lives on no one's schedule but her own, it's easy to put aside a task or two for later this evening. She puts on her familiar wolf shape, a good shape to run in for a moderate distance even if it is also a particular favourite of hers anyway, and soon enough she comes trotting out of the trees to join Magne on the path, transitioning smoothly into her default shape as she comes near.

She grins just a little bit shyly, hugging her own bundle of clothes to her chest. "Um. Thanks for asking me to come."

[sistermagnetic]

She knows Ylva lives out here anyway, so meeting up halfway is almost expected. As such, when Ylva unfolds into her more human shape, Magne only slows down enough to let her fall into step at her side.

"Of course. These things are best done with friends, aren't they?"

[actuallyawolf]

"Yeah," she agrees, even though she really has no idea how normal it is to do this sort of thing socially. "But I've seen a bunch of César lately, and not really much of you. So it's good to catch up."

Wolf Day | After Speed Dating | SMUT

[crushed_pearls]

It has been a great day for Erin. Any day with Ylva is a great day but after the initial frustration of not being able to help with picking mushrooms (Erin spent this time as an extremely talkative basket, y'know, eventually full of mushrooms) there was so much more to just do together. Drying the mushrooms, something Erin hadn't done before, had been shockingly fun and fulfilling for her and even now she's contemplating talking to Daisy about getting an herb garden going for their house. They'd had the chance to play fetch, lounge around in the soft grasses, and eventually Erin followed through on her promise of hobo pies, cooked to filling perfection beneath the coals of a small outdoor fire.

Now it's late. Erin's sweaty, and a little achy, and feeling glorious. She undresses for bed while Ylva is taking care of the last of the evening business outside, down to just her panties as is her habit, and gets herself cozy on the rather lovely collection of pillows, furs, and blankets that is her wildflower's bed. It's been a good day...could it get better?

...Yeah, yeah actually it could.

"Welcome back," Erin purrs when Ylva gets back inside; one finger trails idly over her bare breast, inviting the wolf to get an eyeful. "Feelin' sleepy, wildflower? 'cause I really could stay up a bit longer..."

[actuallyawolf]

For a moment, Ylva just loiters in the entry to her den, looking at Erin and smiling, helplessly, at how lucky she is.

"I'm not really sleepy," she says, and crosses the room swiftly to all but throw herself on the bed without stopping to undress just yet, though she will need to. She wraps herself around Erin and kisses her enthusiastically, her hand grazing over Erin's nipple before she grabs a little more firmly.

[crushed_pearls]

The attempt to return Ylva's energy is interrupted first by Erin's delighted laugh and then a sharp sound of pleasure when the wolf grabs Erin's sensitive breast. Sharp teeth nip at Ylva's lip, but Erin just is not gonna have the energy to go hard; it's been such a full, glorious day.

Wait how does Ylva have the energy?

(Wolf.)

Excellent point, Head Voice

[actuallyawolf]

She softens a little in response, kissing and touching Erin wherever she can reach -- neck, ears, throat -- and maybe the occasional bite in turn, because this is definitely a time for affectionate chewing.

"Wait," Ylva says, breathless, and she sits up abruptly to try and undress herself, struggling with her shirt a little in her eagerness.

Sometime late November

[pineapplesalmon]

César spots Ylva indoors somewhere, maybe in the library, maybe the Oak & Iron, or elsewhere. "Ylva! Watch this!"

He hops onto a stool and Wild Shapes, very suddenly a lizard with a closed frill. For a moment, he sits there majestically. And then he frills out and hisses.

[actuallyawolf]

Ylva, who has been pouring over a book of natural history in the library with a fierce expression of concentration, looks up in surprise, and then yells in delight -- before abruptly remembering she's in a library and there's rules about library behaviour.

She claps her hands over her mouth and then, in a very loud whisper, says, "That's one of the coolest lizards I ever saw."

[pineapplesalmon]

César nods enthusiastically and then runs on his back legs in the most ridiculous manner. Because this is also important to know about this lizard!

november.

[decrypter]

Two days past the Festival of Celestine, and Helena's excited enough to wake up early for it. Breakfast and getting dressed and waiting, and clutching her sending stone close. When it goes off, Ylva can probably tell how ready she's been from how immediately she picks up, only needing to grab her coat before she'll go.

"Ylva? Is that you? It feels as nice as you said it'd be."

And the radio had said it as well.

[actuallyawolf]

"It's perfect weather," Ylva says. She, also, has been eager, making herself wait until a reasonable time -- though she's aware she also sometimes keeps weird hours, comparatively, which makes things difficult. No matter. They're here now. "I thought we could start walking down to the beach? Unless there's somewhere else you'd rather go first."

[decrypter]

"Oh, that sounds fantastic. Where should I meet you? I'm at the inn, but I can go anywhere to start with."

By now, she at least knows town - she can get places, or get people to navigate her around it well enough to suffice. She can find a meeting spot without trouble.

[During Givingstide]

[maximumcake]

Amid all the hustle and bustle of the island holiday, Max picks a quiet moment to take Ylva by the hand and ask her, a little shyly, "There's something important I want to ask you. Can we go talk privately? It's good. It's something good."

[actuallyawolf]

She wraps her hands around his, head tilted slightly to one side, and frowns, more puzzled than anything.

"Yeah, of course. It's good?"

[maximumcake]

"It's good," he reiterates as his smile starts to give away his excitement. He's so bad at keeping good news a secret.

"But important. Because... I've been thinking about what I want for the future. I want you to be part of that future, with me."