The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

Luke wondered how long this dark furred male had been tracking the elk, waiting for it to find its spot to lay down and stand no more. He had not looked upon the elk with the same intuitiveness as this one had, his mind occupied with thoughts about its hide and then the great antlers it wore for a crown.

"How many years did he rule, I wonder." He said, glancing down the track the elk had laid as it passed him by. Not many reached an age so old they would sleep and never wake. Most succumbed to predators, the elements, or sickness, long before their heart ran out of beats. As Luke turned his silver gaze back to the other wolf, about to ask if he could come along, he found himself met with a question. "Nope!" He answered cheerfully. "Not yet anyway. This lone wolf life, it's not for me. I like company too much," he grinned. "Mind if I join you on your pursuit?"