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Autumn faded away slowly towards winter. It was less dramatic than the sudden absence of green growing things and the flare fall colors, but it happened none the less. The last leaves fell and the cool chill in the air turned bitter and sharp almost overnight. The frost turned into a harsh biting thing that made it impossible to want to go outside after dark or in the early morning. Piles of chopped downed wood appeared in the village and squirrels darted in and out to take some for their homes. The upper homes were abandoned and whole families started to claim lower levels where the winter wouldn't be quite so brutal. The village grew tense with anticipation for the first winter storm that would close in on their valley and call a halt to the autumn sabon that was running themselves ragged.

Calina could feel the tension each time she stepped outside and watches blurred forms go tearing through the trees as the sabon was hard at work. There was a frantic air that made her tense up and she began to help Kitch bring wood back to their home and learned how to store it. He'd told her that because their home was above floor level it would be colder, but they worked together to thicken the walls to ensure they could keep what warmth they could. It helped keep her mind away from the baraen that often plagued her with worries. As long as she was busy and working she could forget the unease they made her feel, but when she was quiet or still, she would think about how they had set themselves up to possibly rule completely. As long as the turning of the seasons kept them all busy, she was able to try and forget.

The saw Anin and other members of the baraen several times while they were working. They had begun to come into the village and patrol the outer edges in groups. They were on alert and looked impressive with their muscled forms and thick brushed winter coats. The weapons they carried were held with professional ease as they spread over the tree tops and continually changed their guards. Calina stopped several times in her hurried pace to stare at them. At first she'd indulged into the egotistical thought that they had come just to watch her. Anin had been outraged and she wouldn't have put it past him to want to make sure she didn't spy on her, but that was quickly dismissed. They were rarely in her vicinity, they seemed to be watching the forest instead of the actual village.

She had stopped her visits to their stronghold, at least, mostly. The risk of being exiled was enough to caution her against following them and trying to see what they were doing. But, it didn't stop her from trying to remember their training. She had started by trying to write it down awkwardly with dried bark and homemade ink. It had gone.. badly. She'd never really thought about how on earth one could get ink without the benefit of a store. It was humbling to realize that a common practice that her ancestors must have known a century ago was a lost and mysterious art for her. Lack of time had stopped her from wanting to try and make ink herself, not when she was often help Kitch prepare their home. She tried to recall it another way.

She tried to mimic what she had seen them doing. It was awkward for her at first. She'd never been given to trying any sort of combat training like karate or the like so she wasn't quite sure what she was doing. She didn't even know what the trainees had been told, she only knew what she had seen. She didn't try what the adults had been doing, instead she concentrated on what they youngsters had been doing. A series of movements that was timed at defensive moves against nothing but air. The smooth motions that translated into kicks and twists of her body. The first time she'd tried she'd felt embarrassed and happy she was alone. She was sure she must look foolish as she twisted around and struck with her paw upwards at imaginary enemies or lunged forward with her paws. The second time she'd felt a bit more confident as she used her body to memorize what she'd seen.

There wasn't enough time to work out often, but she learned to find time during the evenings. Calina had even cut herself a staff to use. It wasn't designed like the ones the baraen used, but it was at least a place holder that she could swing and strike forward with. It didn't take her long to turn her clumsy attempts to remember what the children had been doing and translate it into smooth striking blows against an imaginary enemy. They were locked into her mind so that she wouldn't forget them, and what's more, she was pleased that she made more progress without a teacher then the bumbling kits had managed. When she'd managed to lock in all that she had seen with the kits, she'd been at a loss on how to learn more without risking being exiled. It was.. a problem she had no ability to solve. At least, not until the baraen answered the problem for her.

Their position around the midst of the village meant that they had kept a small encampment to relieve the watchers and allow for them to stay isolated. It wasn't the forbidden for anyone to see them, at least, they took no pains to hide. The older males continued to work out and spar against each other, which allowed her to watch them and commit their movements to memory. She wanted to know what they did, she wanted to know how they did it. Her suspicious nature made her want knowledge about them to ensure that they couldn't make a move without some resistance. The fact that they'd started to stay around the village tripped off more of her suspicions. Everywhere she went, there was one of the large glossy males watching and keeping an eye over the village. It wasn't right.

Kitch didn't seem to find anything wrong with what they were doing. When she commented about the surrounding baraen, he had glanced up and just commented that it was normal. He was busy preparing for his sabon to take over from the fall. That was a source of unhappiness that rivaled her worry about the baraen. She didn't see him all that often during the day. He had begun to stay away for hours at a time, and then most of the day as he ranged farther out with his own sabon to start bringing back as much wood as they could find. The fall sabon worked to bring in the last of the food, while the winter sabon worked to prepare them all for the harsh cold. It left their home quiet most of the time save for the mornings and nights when he returned. It wasn't until the official changing of the seasons and the first thick snow that they were offered a break from the frantic pace that left her often alone in their home.

Calina woke up slowly, far later then she was used to, and the first thing she became aware of was the fact that her nose felt icy outside of the covers. She could almost feel a fringe of frost starting along her long whiskers and the edges of her ears so that she tried to wriggle down further into the warmth that helped heat up the bed. The interior of their home was cast into partial darkness as she cracked open an eye. There was a grey hint of light from beyond their shutters, but not nearly enough for as late as her internal clock told her it was. Her breath came out in a misty spill as she blinked a few times and tried to figure out what had happened. It hadn't been this cold yesterday. A sudden clatter came from the side of the room and fluttering orange light spilled over the ceiling.

"What happened?" She spoke with only a hint of a chatter as she sat up and gathered the covers around her.

"Winter's here.." Kitch's red form was crouched beside the fire place where he was building it up with several more logs. "The fire was nearly out."

"Winter?" She blinked a few times as the light spread over the room and she cast a glance towards the trembling shutters.

"First snow storm is going on. The weather-watchers didn't even predict it. I poked my head out when I woke up." Kitch was nearly shaking as he tossed another log on the fire and made a dash for the bed. "It's going to go on all day I think. It'll close us off."

"Is there going to be a ceremony like we had for fall?" she wiggled back under the covers as Kitch slipped in beside her bringing a hint of cold with him.

"Yes, but not until the snow stops. This officially starts my duties, but no one will be moving today. It'll be too cold to want to go outside." He grinned as she let out a squeak when his cold toes brushed against her legs. "The whole world will be peaceful and quiet. It will be a day to relax and recover after so much work."

"You're freezing.." Calina felt his cold body wriggling in beside her. He must have been out for some time to lose all the warmth he had gathered while sleeping.

Instead of shying away she curled herself in against him and used her long tail to cover his legs so that they would warm up quicker than the rest of him. Kitch's laugh brought a smile to her face as his arms wrapped around her. She tucked her head down so it partially rested against his chest and let herself warm each other up as best as they could. The fire would take some time to take away the chill that the storm had brought. Neither of them had anything to do since it was storming out. They had worked for weeks to get things ready for the winter and now they could just let the storm blow through the village and remain safe and snug indoors. That brought a slight smile to her face. When she'd been human, she'd never thought much about storms. The salt trucks cleared the roads and she went about her day. Work didn't just stop because of a winter storm.

Then again, she'd never woken up to an ice cold home because of the winter. She'd just turned up the heat and the house would warm up with no effort. She didn't have to gather wood or work to keep the fire going. Even if she'd had a fireplace, the fire would have been something that she had going because it was attractive, not for warmth. And the wood she would have gotten from the store in prepackaged logs, not painstakingly cut down to the proper pieces. She wouldn't have been planning for the winter and how to keep food on the table and how to keep the stores stocked. Winter had never been anything other than another season, nothing really special or concerning. How life had changed...

"You look as if you are thinking hard." Kitch murmured in her ear as the warmth built up beneath the covers and she felt his cold body relaxing.

"I'm thinking about what winter used to mean." Calina twitched her ears a little bit. "Thinking about how things have changed."

"Ahh, was winter so different where you came from?" He shifted a little and she blinked her eyes as she mulled over an answer. She'd realized that trying to explain certain things about her world to the squirrels was a lost cause. There weren't even words to explain some of the technology to them.

"It wasn't like this, no. I think this is an improvement." She nestled a bit further beneath the blanket. "It's certainly going to take some getting used to. Though, I don't know if I'll save the same the longer we're trapped inside. I don't know if I'll be good with staying inside for months."

"It's not so bad. One of my jobs is to tell stories around the fire when the nights are too long and tempers begin to flare. There are also games that will be held indoors and if you are truly unhappy inside you can help my sabon at times." Kitch's hand teased down her back so it smoothed along the fur. "Most.. mated pairs, especially newly mated, tend to pair off and remain apart as the winter months is when females quicken."

Calina blinked slowly and tensed up. "Quicken? What does that mean?" The term was strange and she'd never heard it used, but there could be one use for it.

Kitch looked a little embarrassed and he didn't try to hold her as he drew backwards and a blush ran along the tips of his ears. "It's when some decide to have families, children.. It's so the kit's are born in the summer when it's warm and food is plentiful."

She went tense and tried to keep her ears from folding back as he spoke about kits and families. It was something that hadn't left her mind since Banich had brought it up. Did Kitch want a family of his own? Was he expecting her to carry kits? The thought sat uneasily as his hand brushed along her cheek and guided it up so that she faced him. In so many ways she had become Calina. She had become the body that she wore and accepted it, but in other ways, she was still who she had once been. Not so much that she thought she would ever be human and male again, but in so much as she didn't think she could accept herself so completely.

"Do you want that? I mean... kits and everything?" She finally asked and tried to keep her own emotions out of it. She wanted a real answer.

"One day, I hope for it. But I am young. I would rather enjoy being what I am before anything else." Kitch let her up as she stiffened in his grasp and pulled backwards. "I'm not saying you must. Perhaps one day both of us will feel it's time, perhaps not. I would never force you or trick you."

"I don't know what I want." Calina sighed a little and then curled her lip in a slight smile, "I hate that I say that so much, but it's true so often that there's little I can do to change it. I know I definitely do not want kits now or even in the near future. I won't lie about that."

"Did I ask you to?" Kitch tilted his head and gave a twitch of his lips as if trying not to smile. "My reasoning is also very selfish, if there were kits, either our own or adopted, then they would take much of our attention. There would be caring and feeding and cleaning and a small person that would be a part of our lives until they had enmeshed themselves in every aspect."

"Some people like that, or at least, people I used to know seemed to like it.." She started and thought of the few times her married friends had talked about the joys of parenthood when announcing a pregnancy.

"Yes, but I do not wish to share you. I wish our home to be between us. Our time together is so new, so fragile still, that I wish to keep it safe and to myself." Kitch let out a soft laugh, the sound deeper, almost a purr so that a shiver ran down her back. She knew that laugh. "I am very selfish, for I should tell you that I wish us to have lovely kits together because we are mated. Instead, I think only of how good it will be to have countless nights with you to myself."

With another one of his strange purring laughs he twisted his body so that she was suddenly pulled under him and the covers. The warm vanilla musk filled her nose as he leaned down and gave a very gentle nip against her neck. It was a touch that sent shivers down her spine as his hands caressed the curve of her sides in an intimate manner. The covers cut away the chill air beyond them and his hips gave a very gentle roll so that she felt the fact he was very happy to be alone with her in that moment. The stiff spire traced over her fur and brought a gasp to her lips as she moved her hands up to graze along his chest and spread down to either side of his belly with a hot flush.

"I like that you're selfish.." She murmured into the thick fur of his neck and let herself relax. "But shouldn't we stop doing this if we don't want kits?"

Kitch let out a growl and gave her a slightly firmer nip on the neck before he lifted his head with a grin. "Why should we? You aren't in season, you won't become pregnant. And when you are, then I will show you other things that can be done." Kitch traced his fingers down along the softness of her belly fur until his fingers trailed lightly along her inner thigh.

"Other things?" She breathed out, her voice trembling a bit. She relaxed more into the knowledge that she wouldn't come up accidentally pregnant. Kitch wouldn't pressure her.

His fingers brushed forward lightly and traced just along the softness of her outer lips so that a soft cry was brought from her throat. She arched up and ran her fingers down along the curve of his back as he lightly traced over her folds with two fingers and the middle one ran up and down. The touch, coupled with the warmth of his body pressed against her, made her tense up and respond to him. The hot blush reached her cheeks as it so often did. She wanted him. She wanted him and him alone. It made her body flare hot with the need to touch and be touched. It was a terrifyingly erotic experience to feel as if her body were aching for him. The part of her that had once wanted to run at the idea of wanting any male this way had long since been silenced, now there was only the part of her that responded to him with a soft cry as she rolled her hips up to greet his touch.

His tongue flicked down and ran along the curve of her neck until he traced around the edges of her breasts. He swirled upwards towards the apex of her breast and ran towards her nipple until his teeth could catch them and give a gentle brush of pressure. His fingers curled forward just enough that he rubbed the satiny inner walls and she let out a whimpering noise while pressing upwards. The touch fueled a rush of heat through her and he pressed his fingers gently forward until one slipped into her passage. Her body tightened around him as she set her teeth lightly against the curve of his shoulder and gripped him tightly against her. The velvet heat of his tongue fluttered lightly on the tip of her nipple and drew another noise from her throat.

It didn't matter that outside of the bed was still chill, her body felt feverishly hot beneath his touch. He fueled her flames with his own until she let out a soft noise and gave a twist of her hips. He let out a squeak and his eyes snapped open as she twisted her body so his hands were forced to move to hold her hips. She managed to get him over onto his back with a grin on her face as the covers slipped off of them and her legs spread to wrap around his hips. He blinked up at her with a startled expression on his face, but that faded as he looked down and ran his eyes over the full pale furred breasts and the soft sweep of her belly. She flushed with pleasure as he looked at her as if he were memorizing every curve, every piece of fur, every inch of her.

No woman had ever done that to her when she'd been male. She'd dated, but no one had looked at her as if she were the entire world to them. It filled her with a warmth that had as much to do with love as it did passion. She loved him. She loved Kitch so thoroughly that it nearly made her chest tight and her eyes want to water. How had she found this strange being? In all the world she had been born to she hadn't found someone to love like this. She hadn't imagined anyone could love her that thoroughly. It had taken a strange twist of fate and being thrown back into a primal world to find the other half of her soul. She closed her eyes and leaned down to press her lips to his in a trembling kiss as she showed him her love with her entire form.

The press of his tip was gentle as she rolled her hips upwards. She guided him with a brush of her fingers until he was pressed right against her opening. The slick heat of him mingled with her own as his paws moved to cup against the curve of her hips as she pressed downwards. Kitch's tongue slipped out and caught her own as she pressed him into her body. She drew in a sharp breath at the intense feel of the glistening silken flesh spreading her open wider and wider. He was so thin at the tip, but rapidly grew wider so her body was stretching around him as she lowered her shaking hips. The spill of slick heat came from the tip and smoothed through her passage as she kept the slow pace deliberately. He didn't try to force her, only trembled beneath her as his moan vibrated her muzzle.

It wasn't until he was fully hilted inside of her that she gave a roll of her hips that nudged the twin orbs along the curve of her grey furred rump cheeks. She squeezed tightly around him before rising upwards a few inches and dropping down. His hands slipped up along the curve of her back and he pushed up to kiss her a bit more firmly, hungrily and rolled his hips up to meet her. He felt so much larger this way, pressed in so much deeper that it made her whimper softly as his soft bucks helped hilt him each time she dropped down against his hips. His breath came in short pants and she pulled her lips away from his with a soft moaning cry when he deliberately shifted his hips so his tip grazed against a spot inside of her that made her tighten.

His hands moved to cup against the curve of her rump and helped guide her down as he began to thrust up in short bucks to meet her. His muzzle brushed along the top of her breasts and his tongue slipped over them in gentle licks as she savored him. The firm spire rubbed and pulled along her passage. It stroked and caressed her, teased and plunged so deeply inside of her that she was nearly pulling back because it felt like it was too much. Her fingers moved to slip along his shoulders as the pace started to build. The fast movements that started to make her breath come out with soft whimpers as her tail twitched up high behind her. It rested along the curve of her back as Kitch's lips caught against one of her nipples and his teeth grazed the tender nub ever so gently.

When her climax came it did so in a rush that had her back bow and her fingers dug in firmly against her mate's red furred shoulders. He plunged into her and his back arched beneath her as her quivering walls milked around him. The world seemed to tilt wildly around her before he cried out in echo of her orgasm and the first hot slick rush flooded into her passage. The spill of it made her tremble as her own body helped pull it deeper while she collapsed trembling above him and into his arms. She rolled her hips slowly as he remained tense and shaking. His arms wrapped around her and clung to her tightly as they ended up in a boneless pile of panting trembling limbs. Kitch's lips lifted up to brush against her ears where his soft chirring purr was the sweetest music she could imagine.

"Now you can see why I am so very selfish," He whispered softly and stroked a paw down her back. "I love you, Calina, I love you and only you."

"I love you, too, Kitch. Only you.." She sighed out as he tucked her head beneath his chin.

Yes, it had taken a twist of fate and another world for Calina to find her soul mate, but oh how she had found him.

That was where they were found when the first roaring cry broke through the wintery cold. The vibrating call echoed through the snowing village before it was answered by several others. It seemed as if the tree house was being shaken by the violent cries and the sound of cracking wood.

"The Friran..." Kitch's voice came to her ear in a fearful whisper.