Swiftcurrent Creek Because a Vision Softly Creeping

Arric had cleaned his pelt of sand and ocean, and had slowly put the mantle of the creek back on. He had begun to smell of freshwater and earth and dirt again. He rubbed against the trees, and left scratches in the dirt. He lifted his leg to mark the nearest tree. Blue eyes lifting towards the sky and then back down again with a small smile.

He loved his little home and the wolves that took it up with him. Though he was still uncertain about the she wolf @Jakoul. That one he was concerned about, mostly because he didn't know her. And she had come to them in the dead of night. Something about that set his teeth on edge, but thus far she just seemed to want a place to rest and it was unfair of him to think of her in anyway, but kind. Until he was proven differently.

heat thread 3/?
vague!

She did not hide herself.

Although nor did she run through the wilds like holy fire scorched her skin. She stayed to the creek, content to be only here as her scent punched the air. However it seemed Arric had returned too, refreshing his own scent.

She crooned a note out to him, low and warm.

A small crooning sound reached his ears, low and warm and kind. He lifted his head, blue eyes searching, scouring. The pungent smell of a woman in heat, hit his nose next and his muscles locked up a bit. He turned again looking, finally his gaze fell on the she wolf Jakoul.

All angles in a black pelt, with silver eyes. Those eyes were interesting to him, he must admit. She was pretty in her own way. And she seemed quite intelligent if the grade in her eyes was anything to go by.

He tilted his head and chuffed back. His senses being overridden, but he could handle it.