Perhaps it was the fault of her upbringing that the female was unaware of the effect her spring-borne scent had upon the male. Had she learned when reaching maturity she might have better taken care to seclude herself in these dire times. But she was ignorant, as she was with most circumstances of the world, and carried on under the assumption that the dark male had simply not been the one she had encountered before. That his behavior before then had been a farce, and this ragged creature was the true face of the wolf Kennedy. Truly, it was disheartening, yet she spared none of her sadness as his persistence grated unpleasantly at her nerves.
Again he circled her but with an unpleasant nip to her hastily guarded quarters. Immediately she snarled and spun towards his and reaching out with a heavy paw in an effort to discourage him with a hard slap to his muzzle. Whatever he was playing at, the Vale female was not amused. |