Counting down...

Morgana had been adventuring. She hadn't been to the coast in quite a while. She loved the sea air rushing through her pelt and the sound of the waves crashing up against the rocks. She sniffed out the carcass of a strange animal and have it is test lick. Surprisingly, it was quite good. She feasted for a few more minutes before picki up the scent of a large male.

Tempo waltzed along the beach, humming to his own tune. So absorbed in his thoughts he was that he almost crashed into the black wolf. "Oh...'ello!" he said brightly. He wasn't exactly the best socially. "Sooo...'oo you like...the view?" he asked smiling. He gazed at the fae happily, noting her beauty. "You're v-very p-pretty," he informed her thoughtfully. His stomach leaped, he was never any good around female wolves.

Morgana's heart swelled at the large male infront of her. On any normal day, she would attack this wolf for even talking to her. But right now, she was feeling content. Yes, there is nothing like it at home, Morgana replied. She could tell her beauty had captured this male. It was nice to know she could melt a males heart. I am Morgana, you are?, Morgana asked, looking the large male in the eyes. This make was indeed handsome. She drifted towards the male, quickly rubbing her side on his, before pulling away.

Tempo turned beet red under his thick fur. He was absolutely smitten with this female. "T-Tempo." He stuttered, staring open mouthed at the fae. "Y-Your eyes glow like s-suns." he told her. He whined softly, failing to hide his emotions. "C-can I feel 'our f-fur? It looks so soft." he said dreamily. He didn't know that he was making a fool out of himself, was so naive.

Morgana lightly smiled at how smitten this wolf was being. She allowed him to feel her pelt. In addition, she rubbed up against his flank, making him blush even more. She had become too friendly, she would play with this wolf, make him beg for her. It was nice to be wanted. Once in a while. She nipped his muzzle, teasing him. Oh yes, she would have fun with this one. She wouldn't let herself fall to hard. He was like all the other male wolves that came running after her. He wasn't special. Or was he?

She nipped his muzzle in a teasing way, and he responded by licking her cheek. He paused for a moment, looking away, before suddenly twisting and covering the faes face with slobbery kisses and little nips. He felt all warm inside, and bent down and lapped at her chest. Blushing ferociously, he sat, blinking rapidly.

Morgana sat down beside Tempo, leaning on his shoulder, staring out to the sea. She could feel the nervousness practicaly radiating off of him. Morgana chuckled quietly. No words could come to her mouth. It was almost as if this encounter had made her...bashful.... It was defiantly not a feeling she was used to. But for a minure there, she liked the feeling of being loved, desired. She knew she could get what she wanted from Tempo. But at what cost?

Tempo was essentially a lost puppy that would follow Morgana anywhere. He wasn't sure what he liked so much about her, just knew that he did. So he let her lean on him as she gazed out at the sea, and he gazed at her. It was the young male's first crush, and he was hoping it was his only.
We should start another thread where Tem follows her somewhere.