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It was another ordinary day within the household. The wolf and armadillo had been curling together to sleep for weeks, and the wounds that had covered her ear was healed. The snow was beginning to melt upon the ground as spring was in the air, and it was clearest outside the cabin. Where the heat generated by the cabin had penetrated the snow, small flowers were growing in small clumps. Delicate pinks and yellows contrasted with purples that faded to white on silky petals, and even a few upright bluebells stood sentry amongst the snow. The blue sky was pale, with light clouds billowing upon its surface - but for all the warmth showing it was still blisteringly cold outside, capable of chilling one to the bone.

A soft lapping of water from in the cabin was the first noise that could be heard on the fine but crisp morning, the water slopping over the edges slightly. The creature drinking was clearly thirsty as the tongue scooping up water slowed only when the bowl was almost empty. A soft huffing sigh came from within that same log-walled building before springs creaked, and a sleepy murmur sounded. After the brief noises, clear morning stirrings, everything settled down and peace reigned again - though not for long.

"SINGER! Don't lick me there!" A surprised masculine voice dissolved into chuckles at whatever was happening, and the bed creaked a little louder. Growling laughter flooded the building and the noise of happy scuffles billowed around, followed by the sound of a light thump as paws land on the ground followed by an urgent whine that made it clear what she wanted. "Okay! Okay, I'm coming! Hold on will ya, silly wolfess." The voice sounded happy only, not stressed or angered by the fact that the wolf was commanding him in what to do. A scratch at the door just hurried along the heavier thumping, followed by a groan of the door opening. "There you go - not too long out now, and I'll start breakfast." For just a moment nothing happened, then a soft cry came. "Hurry up will you, dear, it's cold don't you know!"

A blur ran out into the icy snow, and slids to an unsteady halt. Such a pretty mesh of colours upon the pelt of such an unusual looking wolf! A golden eye sat side by side with a blue one, both matching the colours in the winter sky of the sun and the background upon which it sat as though anchored. Seeping from her ears to her head, sat a silvery white colour, which sprawled down her muzzle and throat. From there it flowed down her stomach and over both her left foreleg and right hind one. This didn't mean that she was left half bald - not at all. The rest of that lightly muscled body stretched out was coated luxuriously in black - the deepest black, the colour of shadows within shadows. She was pleasantly plump after a long winter, the target of slow feeding up by her house-mate and owner, the armadillo who had saved her life twice now. She was not without scars, though most were hidden beneath the thick pelt. Her ear was no longer the pristine perked partner to the other one - torn, battered and scarred beyond completely repair, it tilted slightly to the side.

She ran around for a few minutes, stretching out those long legs which enabled her to run at such speeds around this clearing. Too long for her body it would seem - she was marked apart from other wolves on two accounts - the body and eyes - as well as the fur she lived with. The armadillo now stood at the backdoor, watching his wolf with a soft smile and gentle brown eyes filled with tenderness. She carried on with the stretching movements, only disappearing into the woods to do what needed to be done for her to be the house-clean wolf she was. As she pranced back in towards the door, she paused as she watched the armadillo watching her. He held out his arms and scrunched his paws together - the universal sign for asking for a much-needed hug.

A tensing of the hind-legs is the single hint she gives to him before throwing herself into his arms with a light growl which echoed in the snow clearing. She was shivering as she huddled in against his warmer body. Coming from the kitchen was the drool-inducing scent of bacon and warming toast. Her tummy gave a soft snarl against him before he pressed a line of kisses from between her ears down towards her muzzle then planting a single kiss to her nose. She wrinkled up her muzzle, to which he chuckled. "Come on, my cold little wolfess. Time for breakfast and for you to thaw out." He lowered her back to the ground gently, ruffling a paw against her head automatically.

She rests her shoulder against his leg as they move, her tail wagging constantly as her muscled frame walks with an economy of movement that made her almost awe inspiring to look at. After all, any canine that had relatives larger than a German Shepherd and almost matching a mastiff in breadth tended to be watched anxiously, though she seemed as tame as a puppy. Her nose lifted and her stomach clenched, complaining all the louder. "Alright, alright greedy guts! Breakfast will only be a few more minutes, I promise. Go and sit by the fire and warm up." She padded into the kitchen, now lacking the large table that had been in there, all those months ago. Now, all that was there was a small table, with space enough for two, opening up the large kitchen further.

Right now, however, her attention was fixed solely on the bacon she could SEE sizzling on the stove. Her nose twitched as her stomach complained loudly, alerting the armadillo to the hunger currently gnawing at her insides. The slightly salty smell of bacon mixed with the smell of toast, something which made her inhale and drool a little, though she snapped at the line of drool before it could splash onto the ground. A familiar and loving paw tussled her head, tugging lightly on her ears before stroking the collar that had been her gift from him at Christmas. "Get me your bowl then, Singer, and you can have some breakfast, you deserve it." The armadillo grinned down at the wolf, his brown eyes always softening, his tension relaxing with her around him.

She trotted off obediently, her tail waving as she nudged the heavy, personalized bowl towards him, unable to pick this one up without breaking it. "Whose my good girl, eh? Always doing what I ask!" He scratched under her chin and swooped to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of her damp but cold nose. As he picked the bowl up, and grabbed a plate the toast popped up, making him jump then laugh. "Such a silly armadillo I can be, scared of a toaster with my big wolfess to protect me."

He grabs the toast, wincing a little at the heat before he butters a slice each for himself and the wolfess. He sliced the toast for the wolf into small strips so she wasn't able to choke herself. She utters a soft growl of anxiousness as she waits, dancing from paw to paw despite the keen intelligence lurking within the mismatched eyes. "Hold on! Just gonna get the bacon out, but remember, it's hot! You don't want to burn yourself." He was making himself a bacon in toast sandwich, a rare treat for himself and an even bigger treat for her. He removed the bacon carefully, and slid two pieces onto his slice of toast before dumping the final three pieces in her bowl. He folded his sandwich in half and cut it up, before placing hers on the floor.

As he sat down, he heard rapid chewing motions, which made him smile before he slowly began to eat his own meal. He took his time, enjoying the salty bacon and the mellow butter which melted into it, the wolf finishing her bowl in record time. He smiled down at her, as she padded to im and rested her head upon his knee, sighing softly. He finished his last bite then fondled her ears, rolling the flaps between his fingers and sending the canine between his knees into a canine trance akin to that of a cat on catnip. Her eyes closed to bare slits, only a thin line of blue and gold flashing out as she sits there for as long as he will have her.

It was bound to be a quiet day today, with the armadillo sighing eventually and stroking a single finger along the muzzle of the she-wolf, nestled trustingly so close. Despite everything she had been through, she could still trust and enjoying the touch of another! It marked her apart from other wild animals, her upbringing still unknown to him beyond that slight touch of civilisation. She stood still as she watched him stand up, and move to that odd thing that hung on the wall. Made of crushed tree and paper, the armadillo crossed off something every day.

His familiar frame heaved a sigh, before he crossed off the date, turning to look down at the wolf. "Well Happy Valentine's day, Singer. Don't know if you even know what it is, but I just wanted you to know, I am so glad you wandered into my life. Come on then, sweetheart. Let's go hunting!" The wolf bounded to her feet, and waited patiently at the door, her tail wagging slowly. She loved to go hunting with him, he made her feel as though such a thing was more like a pack routine than anything else. She needed that little familiarity in her routine, watching as he put on boots and wrapped a thick coat around his body.

"Okay okay! Ready Singer, go get me some deer!" He knew the wolf would understand what he meant by a deer, and he got ready. He wasn't going to use a gun to kill the deer, merely to watch the wolf as she brought down one of the smaller breeds that lived in and around the forest. She was a huntress at heart, her body streamlined as she appeared to float into the forest. Her body disappeared into the shadows rapidly, and he settled indoors to wait.

A soft growl woke him from his reverie, those deep brown eyes blinking before he smiled, going straight to the door and opening it. "Singe-" His breath was knocked out of his chest as a large black shape leapt for him. Only him throwing his arm up saved his throat from being savaged by the snarling wolf, for he could now see clearly the distinguishing fingers which both this wolf and his Singer shared. These brief flashes of his brain firing up were cut off by the teeth scissoring deep into his forearm, making him shout out.

A white and black blur struck the ebony one, and knocked it free of the armadillo, the female wolf standing guard over the bleeding armadillo. She was panting but furious, her ears splaying out to either side of her head as she wrinkled back her lips and revealed her teeth then uttered possibly the most savage growl she could. The sound echoed from her chest to her throat, where it deepened and rippled out of her throat. The golden and blue eyes were fixed on golden eyes, nearly a foot higher than her own dainty frame. The wolf snarled himself, his body larger but nowhere near as developed, ribs showing all along his body.

That golden eyed, black wolf stared hungrily at the bleeding armadillo, only to be distracted by a piercing pain in his nose and a sudden sensation of warmth trickling down to his lips. Upon swiping his tongue to that pain, his eyes then fix again on the female wolf. He was now wary, backing away as she advanced on stiff legs, the fur along her spine raised completely. She urged him out the door with her teeth snapping at him, before she hurled her body at the black male and the fight began in earnest.

Teeth snapped and blood spilled into the snow as the armadillo stumbled to his feet, and wrapped his hand over the bite wounds. He gasped when he got to the door and found that, although battered and bleeding, his wolf held the male by the throat, her body shaking as his scrambled to be pulled free though he soon settled when he realized every movement led to her jaws sinking into his thickly furred throat harder. Blood stained the snow pink as she snarled, and sank her teeth in across his muzzle roughly. He yelped and scrambled backwards as she let him go. She watched him limp off before she turned and made her way to the armadillo, standing against his hip and lapping at the wounds with a gentle whine.

She doesn't care about the pain she felt herself, instead settling in to curl on the couch and staring out the door, though the armadillo soon shuts it and then moves to bandage his arm up, uttering a soft sigh as he sinks beside his wolf, petting over her back. She murmured softly, wriggling so she had her body resting against his, her nose pressing against his neck as she settled into a doze. The last few words she heard uttered were from him, and she cooed happily. "Happy Valentine's day, my dear little wolf, thank you for protecting me." They both dozed, the door shut and secured - the black wolf miles away from them by this time, they were safe now. As the day faded to afternoon, only light stirring noises could be heard and then everything went silent again...

Lives are for living I live for you

Dreams are for dreaming I dream for you

Hearts are for beating mine beats for you

Angels are for keeping. Can I keep you?