Arrow Lake [m] i'm using all my strength to get out of this hole

She heard him, and answered with a smooth turn of her head. Viinturuth saw a pair of eyes look his way, moonlight reflected, and he straightened his posture for her to admire. He rooted himself there for a time, steeling himself against the desire to sweep forward and touch her; success was more commonly found found when patience was exercised.

She shifted, judging him with her stare, and his ears pricked forward attentively as she tilted her chin upward in what he believed to be invitation.

Prowling forward, the white wolf swept his tongue hungrily over a smooth canine. He drew closer with a confident stride, burgundy eyes half-lidded, and moved to reach for the seductress so he might test how accepting she was of his proximity.