:My name is Street Wolf. I used to be a warrior. I used to be a General. I used to be a father and a mate. I was headed for retirement.:

The thoughts came to his mind as snow crunched under his black furred paws. He walked slowly toward an abandoned well, a few miles outside of Rhydin. The place was gloomy. Weeping willows hung over the well. Faded runes and blood vines covered the place. Nasty things blood vines were. The place just cried gothic.

He pulled out a piece of parchment from his leather riding jacket. Chain link made muffled clinking sounds under the leather.

"Okay Street. Yer first mission hunting demons that yer gettin paid fer. Just read the sealin spell and yer done." he mentally reassured himself.

He unrolled the parchment and began barking out the arcana lingua as he walked. The spell must sound lovely in the writers voice, but his irish/russian accent mangled the sound. It was a heritage his lupinossai makeup accentuated some days. His mother had been part Irish Wolfhound, his father had Siberian Husky blood.

The scroll glowed blue and the words were vanishing just like the hirer told him it would. The spell was working. Street walked more confidently up to the well. Runes festooned the stone work. A gargoyle statuette was here and there. Faint scents of blood centuries ago were on the well.

"Odd. Why would the stone work reek of old blood? It was a well for drinking. Blood would just poison it." He thought.

The scroll was now blank. The spell exhausted. He tucked the paper away and got closer to the well. A very ornate cover sealed the hole. A myriad of pictographs where etched into it. He studied them. They showed sacrifices, human sacrifices. Rivers of blood flowing down the well to a creature like a human, but had some emaciated look to it. The creature was drinking the blood.

" 'ell. This is a crypt, not a well. Why would they want me to seal a crypt still covered?" he asked allowed.

The well cover rattle, and the pictographs glowed. Street wouldn't remember the blast as the cover and most of the crypt exploded out. He just knew his ears rang and he was in snow. His tail was also being bent in a not so nice way.

A voice, cold and dry spoke out. "They were not sealing me in, foolish one. They were letting me free."

Street sat up. A figure clad in musty black robes and a deep cowl stood on the ruins of the crypt. His orange eye scanned the creature. No heat, no pulse, radiating magic coldly. Great. It was a vampire.

He pulled a .50 cal Soul Eagle out and leveled it at the creatures head. "Yer not bein loosed on my watch laddie." Street snapped as he fired. The shot rang out in the grove.

The creature was not there. It had vanished. The remained though. "Foolish mortal. I am weak from slumber and must feast, but I will deal with you later. For now, my pets will keep you cold in Hell."

Several black blurs leapt from the crypt well. They looked like large lions, but they were black, showing signs of rot, and had gleaming red talons and glowing yellow eyes. Their nearly nude tails had bone protrusions like gladiator blades from some arena nightmare.

"Lovely. I hate cats!" He drew the other Soul Eagle. "Okay Topaz and Nicole. Time to put kitties outside!" He unleashed round after round of soul shots at the creatures. Two went down in the hail of fire. The other circled him.

Street stood and fired more. The creatures were fast. More were coming out of the crypt. Great. He holstered one gun, kept firing dead on aim, and grabbed a nethicite grenade. He kissed the grenade for luck and tossed it at the well. He hoped it would work on them.

Silver gray powder spewed everywhere. Creatures dusted with it hissed in pain. Bodies were steaming and melting where touched. He threw two more grenades into the well. His gun made a path through them towards his bike. The soul gem inside was starting wear out. The soul shots getting weaker.

His bike was only 20 feet away. He whistled and the bikes computer began the Ion Engine startup. The whine could be heard a mile away. More creatures appeared between him and the bike.

Street holstered Nicole, and pulled the last of his grenades into his paws.

"Here kitty kitty. Ya wanna play with teh woofie. Come meet yer death!" He ripped the tops off the grenades with his teeth and charged. Nethicite powder flew at any close to him. He leapt the last 10 feet to his bike. He would have to thank Star for the artificial knee joints.

He mounted bike and peeled out of the grove. He hated to run with more of those things appearing, but he needed more intel, more supplies, and the head of the guy who hired him.

The shadowlings seemed endless. Street and Fen had dropped over 500 hundred of the beasties and they kept coming. Both of his guns began tingling. Topaz and Nicole's soul gems were running into exhaustion. He would have to stop or the bindings would dissipate and the soul gems shatter.

Street put one last soul shot through a slathering shadowling, and went for his back up weaponry. Few ever saw Street go for these. In one paw he pulled a .357 combat special with 8 round capacity. Black and deadly. He fired Nethicite rounds at the coming Shadowlings downing 4 more. He was putting Gunther's gift to good use.

In the other paw, a soul gem materialized a Lupinossi warriors favorite weapon. A Wolfs Angel sword. Curved, barbed, and hooked for disarming or decapitating. Street handled the two handed weapon with a single paw. Gunpowder and blade were a match made in hell as he killed more shadowlings. He would not let them encroach on Rhydin anymore.

2 hours later, Fen and Street, exhausted but no major injuries smiled as the sun rose and seared any remaining shadowlings.

"Okay laddy, that makes 450 kills for me and 451 for you. Well done." Street chuckled and flicked Fen a pouch of silver.

"Don't spend it all in one place."

A few days later, Street found himself sitting in a bar in the slums of the West Side of Rhydin. Orange eye kept active scans on patrons through the mingled smoke of cigars, cigarettes, and other combustibles one best not
think about.

Black paws, clad in leather and spiked fighting spats were propped up on a plank table. Warm bottle of Guiness in his paws. No one seemed to of heard of ice around here. A small bonfire of menthol butts blazed in his ash tray. According to a sleazy lizard at the Red Dragon Inn, his previous hire should be in tonight. And he would be waiting.

A tall looking human came in. Black robing hid most the features, but Streets orange eye read the signatures given off with ease. Right now, it was a human vampire indicated by the cold blues of infrared. He took a sip of warm beer and let a silent snarl wrinkle his muzzle. He watched the vampire move to the bar and thought of ways to make this night entertaining with his screams.

Amid his thoughts of torture and fun a large lycan walked in. Silverfurred, chain mail vesting, gun straps, and standing a good 10 feet. It headed for the vampire. Street just narrowed his red and orange eyes. Was his fun being spoiled tonight by another hunter?

The lycan and vampire conversed over some drinks like old comrades. Street's brows ticked up at this. Great, lycans involved as well? What game did he become the starting pawn in? He kept watch on the two.

What Street didn't realize was that the vampire had scouts keeping an eye on him. Two gnomes an a dwarf in the corner playing cards together kept sending harmless gestures to the vampire. The vampire knew of the Lupinossi bounty hunter. It just showed fangs in amusement and leaned in close to the lycan. The lycan grunted in acknowledgment to something whispered. It stood and left the bar.

Street sat there for a moment sizing the situation up. "Do I go for the prize laddy, or do we go see what teh new players be?" He thought and scratched his beard. Better check this hired muscle. He can track the vampire easily now with his eye retaining the bio signatures. He stood and left the bar.

The lycan was standing at the corner talking to another lycan. They both noticed Street Wolf. They both snarled and the new lycan darted off into the night. The other lycan dropped to a crouch and pulled a firearm out and unleashed a hail of lead.

Street recognized that gun. "Shaitzer, MP5." he cursed and rolled behind some bikes. He began to unsnap his guns, but the lycans buddy came around the building and placed a piece of lumber up Streets head.

Street growled. The lycan would find that his head was the one thing hard on his body. Street twirled, and pulled a knife from his left fighting spat and planted it in the lycans groin. Right foot followed with a few spikes sinking into the right knee and calf of the lycan. The big lug went down hard. Street pulled his gun and put one shot in its head. "Sit! Stay!' He spat.

Street popped up from the bikes with one gun out and leveled. The lycan was already running. Street growled, ran and mounted his bike. Ion engine whined to life and he tore off in hot pursuit. He never saw a lycan out run him before on the bike. The chase lead down several streets and soon they were closing in on the market district.

At the main intersection, the lycan spun and opened fire on Street. Gunfire echoed in the night. Street was too close to avoid the lead. He swerved and laid the bike down on the paving stones. Pain exploded from his ribs, and it felt like something was chewing up his left leg.

Rider and bike slid in a shower of sparks and ricocheting bullets. They stopped when a lamp post wouldn't yield. The gunfire ceased, and Street could hear the lycans claws as it ran off into the night. He curse allowed and laid on the street for a bit.

Street sat in his rocking chair and growled at everything. His left leg was stuck in a jointed cast up to his mid thigh. Fleet told him to stay put for 2 months. No bounties for two months! Hearing that his bike was totaled didn't improve his mood either.

Fen glanced over his shoulder at Street. The last time he growled, Fen was hit with a sheathed sword. He looked up dosages for Zanax while he stored away all weapons and possible weapons from Street's reach. The med kit beeped once and doled out the prescription in table form. Fen sighed.

1 hour later, several bruises, and a broken chair, Fen had gotten the Zanax down Street's throat. He shouldered the med kit and left Streets house. Mokkie was standing outside waiting for him. He just smiled, and told her how her adopted Dad was.

"A broken leg in a cast, and I just gave him some medication for sedation. You can talk to him, and he should be in a better mood soon. Just watch for flying plates." Fen winked and squeezed her shoulder.

Clanging and curses could be heard in the long silent garage next to Street's little home. With the cast off, he launched himself into getting his bike fixed again. Most of the body work was cosmetic and the holes were easy to fix.

What broke his heart was the Ion engine. He didn't see how he was going to find parts for it. He sat on the ground, dust swirling around him. His blue aluminum cane lay across his lap. He stared at the engine. Maybe, if he talked to Ammy, he could use her lab and the nanite machinery to make the parts.

He stood up slowly and thumped over to the paint racks and applied some more metallic purple paint to the patched and sanded shell of the bike. Grinning with satisfaction at the look of the paint, he decided to hit the Red Dragon Inn for a long waited drink before talking to Ammy.

Street thumped out and into the fading light of the day, carefree, rugged looking, and caring only about himself. Ah, poor lad doesn't realize what fate has just laid in his path.

He had reached the Inn after sunset and walked in. Patrons mingled here and there. He found a spot at the bar and thumped up to claim it. Sitting down, the tender knew what he would want already. Guiness beer was set before his paws before he even asked. He flipped 2 silver to the tender and enjoyed his beer.

As he kept watching the patrons, fate acted. In walked tall, thin, female Lupe. She walked with grace, but had the look of terror in her eyes. Street watched the new Lupe approach the bar. His orange cyber eye gave him full readouts on the female, and then something odd happened. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her face and her eyes. He felt love?

Sari was in his arms the whole way through the night. Nothing had happened, she hadn?t waked, hadn?t had an episode. Seemed she was fine with him in close proximity. Everything was going to be alright. Everything was going to be fine. They said she was going to get better. All they could do was hope the treatment helped.

However, something troubling would happen the morning of the treatment. Sari woke and screamed. It had finally happened, even though her heart told her he was safe, she had forgotten Street. She didn?t know where she was, who the male next to her was, nor could she even place who she was. It had gotten worse.

Her body had gone stiff, she had froze, seized up, even passed out from the initial shock. The horror of it all was the back of her mind was weeping for Street to hold her. Even then, it had only been a matter of time before this had happened. They knew before she got better that she would have gotten worse. But this time it was worse than even she had expected. The treatment was the only hope now.

Even as Sari lay limp on the floor besides the bed something said that this was not right. Her figure?s body heat grew hotter, hotter than it had been time and time before. Before she had startled, if Street had time to notice, Sari?s eyes were in full glaze, it was surprising she could have even been able to see. It was like her body was a board she was so stiff and tense, it would take moments before her body had gone limp only then would Street have any luck moving her on his bike.

Sari was getting worse and fast.

Street woke sometime mid afternoon that day. He was sitting in his chair pulled up next to the bed where he was keeping vigil on Sari. She was injected with the LNC inoculation Fleet and Ammy had perfected. Now he just waited for her to wake up.

A black paw felt her head, touched the inside of her feathered ears, and even gently probed the long lips of her muzzle. The fever was gone. Street gave a large sigh of relief. She looked to be on the mend. He stood with a wince as his cold muscles complained with new activity. He grabbed the blue aluminum cane that was by the chair and thumped out into the living room. His leg was getting better, but recently he wasn't moving much as he tended to Sari.

His nose told him that Mokkie had been by. The living room was straightened, and a basket on clean laundry lay on the old couch he had. Stew and bread greeted his nose as well. He walked to the kitchen and just grinned. She had made food for them. Scooping some stew into the boll and slicing some of the bread he sat in the living room and ate. He let his mind wander.

His red eye wandered the walls of the living room. A few framed pictures were hung on the wall. One or two pics showed him with Mokkie and another aging human named Gunthar. Seeing his mug again gave him a few grins. On to another picture and he was looking at a beautiful red brindled female Lupe and a younger charcoal gray female Lupe. His only surviving picture of Topaz his mate, and Nicole his daughter.

That picture rolled several emotions over his muzzle. He moved on to another one. This one was of Ammy and Fleet on their wedding night. He was the one that lead that ceremony. Next to it was a picture of the rambunctious Myrlene. He kept eating in silence, reviewing the framed memories. He had been around through a lot. Soon, a blank spot on the wall would have pictures of him and Sari he hoped.

Meal finished, he slipped back into bedroom and checked on Sari. She was still sleeping, but a little lighter. She fidgeted as if in dreams. Another sign she was healing, unlike the still sleep of the dead. He pulled out her cellphone, dialed his own number and left the phone on speaker. He pulled his own cell out and left it open on speaker as well.

Street thumped out to his small garage and took a deep breath of coolants, fuels, oils, and machinery. He hung his open cell on his belt, a lifeline to Sari to know when she woke. He approached his bike. It was still incomplete. The outer shells were still missing, one or two bullet holes were still left in the frame, and the Ion engine still needed more tuning. He just smiled and went to work patching it back up. When Sari woke, he would give her a surprise.

A muttered curse would be heard over the cell phone Sari had. Street had just dropped a BFW on his foot and he was hobbling around cursing. He thumped into the house and to the bedroom. What he saw just made him chuckle and he forgot about the wrench that hit his foot.

"Y'know lassy, if yer not careful, you'll find yerself with a shaggy wolf blanket. Glad to see yer feelin better. I have a plan for us to go have fun tonight." He just chuckled, and shut the door behind him. But first a little afternoon fun.

Later that evening, a high pitched whine split the night's loose semblance of peacefulness.

The female was hugging him for dear life. Her face buried in his back as she tried to hide from the wind the best she could and keep herself from getting groggy.

Street felt the grip tighten and he slowed the bike. He checked to make sure Sari, in her new leather jacked he finally got her, to make sure she was okay. "It's all right Sari. The guards are way behind us. They'll never catch up now." he just grinned.

"That's good. I don't know if I could have taken another night of the clinic." She nuzzled at his jacket and smiled. She was finally glad to be on the up and up for what it was worth.

Street just laughed. "Eh, if this cure works like they keep saying then why quarantine. Going to stop at the Inn for supplies. Then go take you to cool off."

"Alright, do hurry though okay? I'm not sure I'm up for crowds." She nodded to him, giving another strong hug at his chest.

"Okay. I am pulling in the back. You can sit on the bike, and I'll run in. Maybe no one will notice me."

"You're so bad I love it." He just grinned and pulled off to the side alley.

"That's not all you love." Grinning back to him before she waggled her brows.

Another chuckle. He pulled the bike to a stop, and the whine heard for miles, ended. He dismounted. "Anything you want to drink or eat in particular?"

She smiled to him softly and moved her paws to tug on his jacket and adjust it on his form," Mmmm something strong to drink annnddd something made by you, perhaps or that can be made by you?" She gave him a quick kiss.

He just nodded and approached the back door. He pulled it open quietly and grinned at the busy sound out the Inn. He slipped in and headed for the kitchen.

She leaned against the seat of the bike, her paws on the front of him as she watched such a glorious view go.

He slipped into the kitchen quietly and began moving things easily making little noise.

Humming she would wait as she trailed her fingertips over the seat of the bike.

He grabbed easy to move sausages, a small pot, and some cheese. He then began putting them into a small satchel he found.

Sari leaned back to the side and then shifted on the bike so that she could look over the handle bars and the gauges ahead on the bike. Sari was curious, that was a given. Blinking slightly she slid forwards a bit more as she spotted a few gears. Though she knew not to touch anything she slowly slid her eyes along the handles and rose to place her hands on either one of the bike.

Street sauntered over to the bar and headed behind it for drinks. No one should know about the lock down. As he got nearer the back, ducking and swerving around patrons he about froze. He saw Ember. And Anya was behind the bar. He dropped low and began looking at the hard drinks that were by him.

Embers gray eyes saw Street duck. He said nothing or even moved to indicate he saw a Lupe out of quarantine.

Sari was wondering just how much longer Street would be. Her head canted to the side as she spotted a few things on the handles. Interesting, she wanted to press them, but be good she must!

Ah! His luck. Guiness and a bottle of Bicardi rum. He grabbed what he could and stuffed them in the satchel. Sound's like a fight just broke out. Good cover. He stood and started working his way back to the break in the bar.

Ember notes the Lupe, and before anyone can see him go, Ember vanishes among the crowd.

Sari leaned forwards on the handle bars and looked over at the wheel. Her head tilted to the side and her tail swished. She leaned back a bit and scooted up to the front of the bike, for some reason she liked the front of the bike better than the back, she could see everything from this spot.

Street reached the back door and opened it. He didn't know if anyone saw him, but he would soon be on the bike and with his girl. He whistled in singsong mode and the bike whined to life from the audio command.

Sari almost jumped but she gave a yelp as the bike started. Her paws lifted up and she called out," I didn't do it!" Looking around to find what she had pressed.

Street just chuckled as he ran. "I used my whistle command to start the bike." He then stopped in mid run as he was held in place.

Blinking she canted her head to the side. A jump of concern came over her as she spoke up," Street?" Her head tilted," Street? What's wrong?"

Ember had slipped right out with Street and shadowed his steps. He held up his metal hand held Street with the Force. He then noted the infected Sari. "Hmm...what to do about what I have found. Two Lupes out of quarantine?"

"Release me and I wont shoot ye laddy." he growled

Sari gulped and sank almost instantly when she saw Ember. Her ears pinned back and she started to lower her head to the bike, taking a gulp and a deepened breath.

The other metal hand rose and the guns from Streets holsters floated to Embers side. "No violence will happen tonight Street. Calm down. I just wish to know what is going on. I did'nt get any further than the front gate. The den was locked tight with Ammy giving me Myrlene. How did you manage to escape with her." he indicated Sari.

"Ye cant keep a wounded wolf locked up any longer. I sat doin nothin with a busted leg for 2 months. Me lass is getting the same itch I have. We just want a night out to enjoy. She's got the LNC in her." he protested.

She was still looking down at the bike, trying her best to keep calm and not make things worse while Street handled it.

He released Street. "I can understand being stir crazy from my long hauls in space. Just be warned Street. Others will come after you from the Den to take you two back. Don't kill anyone with your guns. Go with them when they do. I wont say you were here unless directly asked." he just smiled and floated the guns back to Street." he looked once more at Sari. "Nice lass you have."

Sari's cheek turned pink. A blush rising up from the fur on her neck and she turned her eyes up to look to Street and then to Ember.

"Thought so myself. Why are you not trying to take us in?"

Her eyes locked on Street as he spoke, her blush growing.

"You have you're reasons for breaking the rules. I will let those who's job it is to enforce them do their job. That, and I am caring for Myrlene for now, and would rather keep her away from the Den until it is safe again."

Grunted and holstered his two guns. "Thanks Ember. I owe ye."

She nodded in agreement with Street to Ember.

"Safe travels Street and Sari. Hope you don't get in too much trouble." he said with a patient sigh most Force users learned to make. He turned and walked back into the bar.

Nodded once to the retreating Ember and mounted the know whining bike. "Let's go lassy."

Smiling to Street she leaned back against his frame and murmured," Take me far away please? How about the island?" Her head tilted.

"Me thoughts exactly." they shot out of the alley and down the road to Twilight Island. Soon the bike whined past a portal sign marked Twilight Island beach. Pavers and streets gave way to white beaches and the sparkling seas. Sea air whipped through loose hair.

Sari turned to look up at the Lupe she was nestled within his arms. A smile grew on her lips and she nodded to him gently," This is just what we wanted to do isn't it? Go to the beach together and enjoy ourselves."

"Yes. Might as well enjoy the vacation before we get hauled back." he smiled at her and pulled the bike down a more secluded strand of beach. He killed the engine and coasted to a soft stop.

A giggle came as the bike moved to a slow. Her body nestled back against his while she murred contently. For a moment she looked about excitedly and then back to Street," So where are we going?"

"Right here." he motioned out the white beach sand and the calm, rhythmic waves. "The ocean will help cool you down." he nodded as he dismounted with the satchel over his shoulder.

"Mmm, but I'm not warm. I'm actually very comfortable." She whispered to him softly and moved to dismount the bike. Her smile grew and she pulled him back towards her, placing a kiss to his lips as she smiled.

He just chuckled. "Warm or not, I know yer itchin for a swim, and I still need to exercise me leg in the water."

She smiled to him and ran her fingers along his neck," Sounds like we're going for a swim, think you can keep up?"

"I can try lass, or I'll just go down like the ol' ship I am." he laughed and walked her nearer the beach.

She smiled," I won't let you go down." Her arm looped about his waist and she continued to keep him as close as she could herself.

He let the satchel clink to the sand and began stripping.

She stepped back from him only then to slip out of her clothes. Her eyes turned to the beach, the water, and then towards him with a happy smile.

He just grinned and sprinted to the waves. Just fur on. His leg was obviously getting better.

Smiling to that she started off after him. Her run following him along and a giggle coming from her. She caught up to him rather quickly and right as they got to the waves they tackled him," Gotcha!"

A big splash and he rolled with her enjoying the feel of cool water, wet, salty tang of the sea and being happy.

She smiled to him happily and trailed her fingers along his fur. A giggle left her before she took a breath of air. Soon enough she was drifting under the water while she looked at him, a smile on her muzzle.

He kicked around, stretching muscles and getting them worked out and supple.

Looking at his frame from under the water she swam around him slowly. Taking in his form and enjoying every moment she spent with him more and more.

He had this very embarrassing feeling he was being watched.

Smiling she rose up for a breath of air and then looked around. Where exactly was Street?

Going on his feeling he dove and caught site of Sari rising for air. He just grinned enough not to lose air and swam under her. When she surfaced. He popped up behind her wrapping wet arms around her.

A squeak left her when she was embraced. A smile formed on her muzzle and she turned about to face him. Her arms moved about his neck and she hugged him close to her.

He gave her a long, wet, salty kiss.

Which was returned with her own wet and salty kiss. Her fingers moving up through his hair.

He ran paws over her back and just enjoyed floating there with her in the ocean.

She pulled from his lips to rest her head against his own. Her eyes locked with his and she nuzzled noses with him.

He just grinned.

"What's on your mind?" Whispered as she kissed at his nose softly

"You, and how I nearly lost you." he said with some sadness in his voice.

She shook her head and caressed at his cheek tenderly," But I'm here right now.."

Yes I know." he began swimming back to the beach tugging her along gently.

Her webbed feet helped as she kicked gracefully through the water," I don't plan on going anywhere from now on, unless.." She cut off and nuzzled him softly," You grow weary of me."

"And why would I grow weary of a fine lass like you?" he just grinned. He walked up the shallow water and plopped down in the white sand by the satchel. Sand clinging to wet fur.

When he plopped down she moved to settled next to him, her head resting on his shoulder as she whispered to him tenderly," Because, after all, what if I'm not what you want in the long run?" Her eyes turned to look to him.

"Yer the lass I have been lookin for for a long time lassy."

She blushed softly to that and smiled," Guess I can't argue with that now can I?"

He laughed and opened the satchel. He pulled the small pot out and made a small fire from a camp kit he had grabbed. While it heated up, he began dumping in cheese and a little cream.

Watching him cook she smiled. Her fingers moved towards his back and she brushed some of the sand from his fur as she stayed in a close nestle near him. A soft hum broke from her muzzle and she draped her tail over one of her legs," You're a dream come true Street. I don't know if I ever deserved you."

"We never get what we deserve. We find it." he let out another soft laugh. The cheese was melting and gooey. He pulled out some smoked sausages and skewers.

Watching this with a head tilt she whispered to him," Why are the other lupes always surprised to see you with someone like me dear?" She asked as she moved her arm around his torso.

"They never thought I would show a soft side ever again."

Whispered to him," But then they see you being nuzzled by me and kissed by me as you smile and grin. Either way the seem to be happy for you, I know. Fleet seems to find it more impressive than anything really, after all, you are the one that gives them quite a bit of trouble." Snickering she moved to skritch lightly at his back.

He just chuckled. "Well lass, I aint no saint." he skewered a sausage and handed it to her, skewering one for himself. He dipped it into the cheese and took a bite. Just like home.

Dipping her own it soon vanished behind her muzzle. After it was consumed she managed to murmur to him softly," Aye, but that's why I love you so much. After all if you weren't such trouble you wouldn't have drawn my attention so well." She winked to him before giving a kiss to his shoulder," Even if you didn't, I'm sure we would have found each other and more or less I would have been head over heels in the blink of an eye. You Scoundrel." She teased.

He laughed again and pulled out the two Guinesses and the bottle of Bicardi rum out and speared another sausage.

She speared the sausage that he had just speared and snatched it away with a giggle.

Laughed, opened the rum, took a swig and handed her the bottle while he speared another sausage.

As he took a drink she devoured the speared sausage. Taking up the bottle of rum she drew in a healthy gulp and flopped back on the sand with a sigh," Would be nice to live by the ocean."

"There's a river near the den. Not quite the same as the ocean, but its still water."

Smiling to him she whispered," Sounds lovely. Would be just the right place for me to give my body a work out."

"Same here. I love the water. I don't look like it, but me mum was an irish springer. She loved the water, and dad, even for a husky, loved the lakes." he chuckled and drank more rum.

Her gaze turned to look at him as she whispered," Would it be a nice place to have a family?"

He about choked. "Family? Uhm...sure." he went quite.

As he went quiet she turned her gaze back to the water. Her eyes watching it for a good while.

"How will we have a family?" he asked in a quiet voice.

She shifted to sit up and turned her eyes to look to him," It doesn't matter how we do it dear. As long as I am with you and we are happy, we could even adopt. I just want to be with you, Street." She murmured and she moved to cup his cheek with one of her paws.

Red eye and glowing orange stared into her greenish yellows. "That part I don't mind at all." he just smiled wide and took her cheeks into his paws as well.

Smiling to him, she leaned into his touch before she whispered," Besides Street, Ammy said she was working on a way to help, they all are. I will do everything I can to help you.. you know that."

He fidgeted for a moment. "I know, but I feel a bit...embarrassed as it's such a personal problem." he looked all concerned and afraid like a wet, over sized puppy.

Shaking her head she kissed at his lips," Would you rather I took on the project myself? Hmm?" Her ears perked," I'm sure there could be something out there that would give us a clue, some way you can get the help you need."

"I..uhm..." he blushed, which was hard for a black furred lupe. "I would be honored for me lass to be workin on me pluming." he began to laugh.

She grinned to him softly," There's nothing wrong with your plumbing dear, after all all I have to do is find the switch that turns it back on, maybe fix a pipe or something." She jested as she gave a soft laugh. Her fingers moving to skritch over his chest softly.


He just laughed and sipped the Guiness. he was getting tired. No sentries had found them. They would go back to the Den in the morning. "Lets sleep under the stars lass."

"Sounds like a wonderful idea love." She smiled and moved to lay back. She looked to him and whispered," Promise not to forget me in the morning?" She teased.

"I wont lassy."

"I'm glad, I promise I won't forget you either Street." She smiled," I love you."

He wrapped her in a warm embrace as they slept under the stars.

And she would nestle in his embrace, lingering warmly in his arms all throughout the night.

((Apologize about the wrong character posting. Was really tired. Anyways, I am closing this SL as Street and Sari are now doing a new one Building a Family. Street will also start an SL soon that is just him taking bounty hunts for people, vampires, lycans, and any one else needed to be hunted for a price. Thank you to all who enjoyed the brief, and albeit weird story. Hope enjoy the other SL's of the Lupinossi Den. Fleety))