The Heartwood from which of this oak

dern that work thing. keeps me away from my lovely!

Each paw fell with timed precision, setting delicately on the leaf-littered floor as he stalked forward through the forest in an attempt to secure a much needed meal. The intensity of his hunger reflected in his burning amber eyes; eyes that were focused dangerously on the retreating form of an enchanting she-wolf. Judging from her casual posture, she did not appear to realize she was being hunted and this fueled him further in his desire to have her. Hackles bristled as he advanced through the underbrush, slipping near-silently between the trees.

He paused mid-stride to watch as she reflected on the horrible taste of a daring deerfly before continuing on her way, still seemingly oblivious to his nearby presence. Picking a pathway that would course parallel to her, he moved at a pace slightly faster than her own so that he might gain ground without gaining her attention too soon. And when it was that he was only a few yards out, Teklar allowed a soft rumble to begin in his throat. "A nice day for a walk in the woods..." Ominous and threatening, the large male continued to creep forward and broke from the cover of the foliage.