Who is Magpie?

Bronx was completely frozen, holding onto her like he could hide that she was any of the things he said, but she pulled and ducked under his arm, still drunk, still elated.

Running towards him she trilled, “Ezekiel I did it!” She jumped and shifted in the air, landing with a thud that shook the ground.

Ezekiel’s weary eyes left Bronx’s and moved to Jessamine’s large wolven face.

She pressed her large forehead against his, closing her eyes as a sign of love and trust. He scratched at her jaw, feeling her soft fur around his fingers, and what could only be describe as a groan rumbled in her throat.

After a moment she backed up, looking like a puppy she bounded this way and that, tearing through earth with unskilled paws.

She ran around and then she was standing in front of Bronx again, jumping again like she wanted to play. Bronx looked over at Ezekiel and then back shaking his head. She bat at him with a soft paw, making him stumble sideways and then she laid down and whimpered.

Ezekiel walked up beside him, still a little angry but hiding it well for Jessamine. He spotted the nearly empty bottle on the ground, picking it up and taking a long swig.

“Go.” He said suddenly and Bronx startled beside him, a strange sense of worry about the word. “She wants to play, and you’re the one that got her this drunk.”

Her tail wagged along the ground as she laid flat, begging someone to run with her. She whimpered again, wishing she had the vocal chords to belittle their masculinity into making them shift for her. Instead she just whined. A high pitch sound yelped from her across the few feet between them mercilessly.

“Ugh fine.” Bronx began stripping down, tossing his clothes onto the bench with little care.

His front faced Ezekiel, not truly embarrassed by nudity but also finding it indecent to flash his family stones to the Luna with his Alpha there. Regardless she saw them as he struggled to take off his shoes with his pants around his ankles in a drunk and disorderd-ly undressing.

He shifted suddenly, catching the tail end of Jessamine yelling in celebration at having someone to run with. She pushed him over immediately. She didn’t even hesitate, running into him sidelong as he adjusted his strides to his new size.

Her wolf made sort of a wild wheezing sound, but the laugh in the wolven link was light and lyrical.

“Didn’t know you were one for the cheap shot Jessamine.” He barked, straightening himself.

She howled another laugh. “A cheap shot would have been if I nipped at you and sent Alpha into jealousy.”

Bronx looked nervously over to where Ezekiel was polishing off their bottle. “Well thanks for not doing that I suppose.”

She pounced on him again, tumbling over each other, but he let her win to land on top. “You’re never so docile Bronx, what’s gotten into you?” She chided pulling at his ears with her teeth.

“I have a particular penchant for my head remaining attached to my body.” He growled lowly at her, a sound that made it from his body as well.

“You need more rum.” She kidded. “Go ask Ezekiel to get it for us, maybe he’ll join in the fun too then.”

She took off running. Got about a hundred clumsy meters away, and then tripped and fell on her face. Bronx took off running toward her as she stood up again, shaking her big head and scrunching her nose to try and get the dirt off.

“Are you okay?” Bronx asked with more concern than the tumble warranted.

She snorted, flakes of dirt falling off her muzzle. “Still pretty drunk.” She muttered in his head. “I barely felt it.”

He rubbed his face against hers, trying to help, and licked a small cut she had gotten on her jaw. The clink of bottles brought their attention back to the bench, where Ezekiel had apparently gone and returned without them noticing. He had noticed them though, watching now over the top of the bottle pressed to his lips.

Jessamine excitedly ran over to him, tried to shift while running, and crashed into him. He didn’t mind, starting to feel the high of the alcohol himself. She pressed her lips to his roughly, his hands unable to stop her while holding the glass bottles so he hugged her instead.

Bronx came around behind her, getting a clear view of her only asset he didn’t see earlier, and cupped her butt as he took the bottle of rum from Ezekiel’s hand. She had groaned approvingly, at first thinking it was Ezekiel until a minute later when he released the hug and she remembered his hands had been full at the time.. She glanced over at Bronx who’s eyes lingered on her even as he opened the bottle.

Ezekiel directed her eyes back to him, handing her the bottles and grabbing a blanket he had slung over his shoulder to wrap around her. “I’m not cold,” she pouted.

He smirked at her. “You looked cold.”

She immediately looked down at her chest. “What are you talking about they look great.”

“I’ll say.” Bronx and Ezekiel muttered at the same time, making eye contact with each other.

Jessamine was prepared for a reaction, but she was not prepared for their stare down to end in an agreeing nod between them. To this she took a bottle and a sip.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Ezekiel turned to her, aiming to reclaim the bottle from her hand.

She turned away from him. “And you haven’t had enough.”

She was surprised when his arm wrapped around her, pulling her back against his chest, and his hand slipped under the blanket to grab her breast. “You’re right. We should be celebrating the newest pup to our pack.”

Jessamine scoffed. “I am not a pup.”

He nuzzled up against her cheek. “Seem like an eager pup to me running around like that.”

She passed the open bottle to him, looking at Bronx as she forced Ezekiel’s hand to hold her tighter. “Fine, then toast your pup Alpha, and come play with me.”

He pressed the bottle to his lips over her shoulder and she raised the bottom of the bottle further.

“Careful,” Bronx warned. “You could drown him with a pour like that.”

Jessamine released the bottle, smirking at Bronx. She then swooped the bottle and finished the sip that Ezekiel had left behind. Putting the bottle down she jumped up onto the bench quickly before leaping off, and twisting, just like she had in her cell that first day, and as she struck the ground with her fist she burst out into her wolven form, the blanket billowing off her.

Ezekiel chuckled. “Super hero landing,” he informed Bronx, gesturing to Jessamine lovingly, and she was off running and leaping again.

The wind in her hair as she ran cooled the blush she wasn’t sure showed in her wolven face but she could still feel from the alcohol. A large mass wrapped over her as she ran, and she hadn’t even realized Ezekiel had shifted.

“Slow down my pup, you’ll take out the fence with how fast you’re taking your corners,” he chided, rolling her into the ground and standing on top to pin her.

She craned her neck submissively for him. “Going to be weird, us mating, if you keep calling me a ‘pup’,” she reminded and he instantly hated the word.

He nipped gently at her neck. “My Luna,” he amended, licking up the side of her neck that she exposed.

Bronx came along and hip checked Ezekiel off her. “One more day Alpha, unless you really plan to lay claim in the middle of the yard.”

Ezekiel growled lowly, but she sprung up and was already running the other way. “Won’t be laying claim to anything moving slowly like that Alpha.”

He growled differently now, hungrily. “I will catch you.”

A trill of a laugh echoed through their minds. “Aahh, he’s ravenous, Beta save me.”

“Of course Luna,” he replied, chasing after the two of them.

The backyard, previously mostly tall grass and weeds, was more dirt and less greenery by the time Jessamine was tired enough to rest. They ran for a solid hour, tackling each other and pulling each other down. Jessamine lost a lot of the time, her unskilled paws felt clumsy compared to theirs, even though she hoped the alcohol would help level the playing field, all it did was trip her up. More than once, one of them had tackled her to the point that she couldn’t break their hold and the other would come and knock them off.

When Ezekiel noticed her eyes getting heavier he tried to convince her to go to bed, but her stubbornness filled in the parts of her personality where the alcohol had been. She didn’t want to shift back, enjoying the feeling of her paws being free and her tail wagging behind her. Bronx rolled his eyes and suggested the wolven medical bay, which Ezekiel agreed to.

Bringing the blankets left behind in his mouth the three of them walked into a medical room with a large almost barn door on the outside. The room had a floor made of a padded material like a gymnastics tumbling floor, specially designed for injuries that occurred to any wolven while in their wolf forms that would be made worse by shifting back too early.

Jessamine entered first, walking around and around on the floor like she was a cat kneading a spot to fit her. When she finally laid down Ezekiel tossed the blanket over her. Bronx had grabbed their clothes and tossed them all in the corner to lock the door behind them. He went to leave the room through the second door attached to the house, believing this is where his night ended, but Jessamine began whining again and Ezekiel gestured with his head for Bronx to come lay down.

Bronx shifted back beside them, bracketing the other side of Jessamine’s curled form with his body, opposite Ezekiel. With their warmth surrounding her, Jessamine had never felt more safe and secure in her life. She quickly drifted off, nothing but happiness in her thoughts, and a soft sigh that left through her muzzle.

“What will we do with her?” Ezekiel mused, laughing within himself.

Bronx snorted his own laugh. “Whatever she wants, she is the Luna that should have been an alpha.”

Ezekiel sighed mentally. “We don’t deserve her.” He licked the side of her face, and Bronx thought he did it possessively.

Jessamine yawned widely, a slight squeaked coming from her throat and when she put her head down again it landed on Bronx’s paw. They both got a flash in their mind, like a word spoken through images; a garden and a forest.

“Have you ever known a wolven to talk in their sleep?” Bronx asked when they were sure she was still sleeping.

Ezekiel laid his big head beside hers. “No.”

They soon settled in to sleep, only woken up once with another flash of a word either of them could only describe as pain, and she shifted back. She looked so much smaller between them, but her head was still on Bronx’s paw so Ezekiel was the one to shift closer to keep her warm. He straightened the blanket over her before drifting back to sleep.

Bronx had a tougher time drifting off as Jessamine’s hand dreamily played with the fur of his paw under her head. She simultaneously seemed to warm into that fur and into Ezekiel who crescented her backside. Her petting of the fur only stopped when she gathered a small amount into her clutch and held it woven through her fingers. Bronx touched his nose gently to her forehead, like a kiss, and then rest his under muzzle above he head and drifted off.