A/N: So Guest said that they'd like to see the begining of Buck and Keeva's relationship, and what makes Keeva like Buck so much. While most of the development of their relationship will take place in A Wolf's Cry, I couldn't resist writing a little something.

Only, I'm trying a little something new. Let me know what you guys think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ice Age. I do own Keeva and my OCs.

The Things You Do!

Prompt 1: Water

Keeva eased out of her den and out into the open, slinking her way along to a nearby stream for her morning drink. Along the way, and even as she dipped her head toward the water, she kept a watchful eye. Partly for the potential danger, but mostly because she knew what was about to happen.

"Geronimo!"

Buck came swinging in on a vine, landing in the water with a big splash that Keeva, unfortunately, was unable to dodge.

"Buck!" Keeva drew the weasel's name out in a long complacent whine. "Lighten up, Wolfie, its just water." Keeva's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't resist a smirk as she shook out her waterlogged fur, subsequently spraying the weasel with water.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Lighten up Buck," Keeva grinned, "it's just water."

Prompt 2: Pretty

Buck was, for once, feeling a little unsure of himself. It's been a long time since he'd seen a female, let alone taken any interest in one. Never mind one outside of his species.

He didn't know why his thoughts strayed when he looked at Keeva, who was presently playing with with the T-Rex triplets. Her fur shone, not quite black, making the blue of her eyes pop. Ah, but her smile, that's what made his heart pump just a little faster. It was just so...pretty.

"Buck?" Keeva called out to him sporting that heart stopping smile. "Hey Buck! Come join us the kids want to play Hide and Seek!"

Prompt 3: Shedding

"Ugh! You've got to be kidding me!"

As Keeva was learning, Dinotopia was a lot warmer than the aboveworld. As a result, the she-wolf's thick winter fur was shedding, and it was the most uncomfortable experience in the world. Not to mention embarrassing.

"Keeva? Lass, are you here?" Buck called from outside the den. Keeva's breath hitched, haunting her nipping and scratching at her loose fur. "Don't come in!" She yelped, hoping he'd listen, but knowing he wouldn't. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Buck, just-sheesh!" The she-wolf cut herself off to nip at a troublesome spot on her hip.

"Keeva? I'm coming in now!"

"No!" He couldn't see her like this! She was haggard.

It was too late, within seconds Buck was taking in the whole scene.

"Shedding?" He asked a smile surfacing.

"Yeah." Keeva folded her ears back self consciously, but the weasel didn't appear bothered by her rugged state. "Let me help."

Turns out that knife was good for more than stabbing things. It also made for a good sheet. Within two hours, thanks to their combined efforts, Keeva was laying much more comfortably. A large pile of dark fur collected in the corner.

"How have you not had a heat stroke?" Keeva just laughed leaning over and nudging his cheek with her nose. "Thanks Buck."

Prompt 4: Storm

Keeva wasn't overly fond of storms, but she had seen her fair share of them. They didn't bother her anymore. Buck, on the other hand, that was one of the only times she ever saw that weasel scared.

So when she smelled the tell-tell signs of rain on the air, she turned to Buck with a smile. "You wanna crash at my place tonight?" He didn't hide his fear of the tempest, it was one of the things she loved (wait, what?) about the weasel, his openness.

Later that night, when the thunder sent him pressing into her side, she wouldn't mention it, just curl a little closer to his side. And if he used her tail like some kind of impromptu security blanket, well, Keeva really didn't mind all that much.

Prompt 5: Nightmares

There was nothing Keeva could do about it really. Ribar's ghost would haunt her forever, nightmares were came to her most nights. The first time she'd had one with Buck around though, that was one for the books.

She remembered his hands on her face, shaking her awake, pulling her back into reality. And when the sobs made speaking impossible, he ran his hands over her face soothingly. He wiped her tears, stroked her damp cheeks and sweat matted headfur, whispering gentle assurances until she eventually quieted.

She was pretty sure he'd stayed awake all night, just to make sure she slept peacefully.

Prompt 6: Howl

Wolves howled, Buck knew that, but he didn't know how many different ways wolves howled until he met Keeva. She'd howled to him for a number of reasons. To let him know where she was, to let him know she was hurt, to assert her (now their) territory, to mourn, and to warn him of impending dangers.

One might think that would make her an easy track, but no, Keeva was a nothing but a shadow when she was on the move.

He'd heard many variations of her howls, but this?

His mate's head was lifted high, nose to the moon (or where the moon would be, were they above ground), howling the sweetest song he'd ever heard in his life. The notes, light and sweet, sent a jolt straight through him.

She was gorgous in the moonlight, slender and lovely, her dark fur absorbing the moonlight, making it glow. She seemed so lost in her song that he wondered if she even remembered he was there.

Her head lowered a moment as she caught her breath, and then she was howling again. She was drawing him into a relaxed state, drawing him closer to her. It...it was almost as if she were calling to him.

Finally, though much too soon for his liking, her song drew to a close. Fading out beautifully as she lowered her head and opened her eyes. She sought him out immediately, smiling at him adoringly as she approached. With a soft giggle, she leaned forward and kissed him, pulling him out of his thoughts. Buck didn't hesitate to pull her closer, deepening the kiss.

A/N: So there you go, little snippets of my favorite couple's lives. Please feel free to make a request, leave me a prompt, I'll see what I can do with it.