Redhawk Caldera [m] spin the wheel

Fox's call caught Peregrine in the middle of feeding on the elk's final scraps. His ears pricked and he lifted his head as he noisily licked his chops. From here, he couldn't smell her, yet the tone of her voice sent a pulse of expectant heat through him. He stepped away from the stripped carcass, then began loping in her direction. En route, he passed no less than three caches. He thought about stopping to grab her a bite to eat, yet the Alpha sensed she had only one kind of appetite at the moment, and it wasn't for food.

The instant he set foot in the clearing, her perfume threaded into his nostrils. He drew in a deep breath. There was no mistaking it this time. She was about to go into season, if she wasn't there already. A growl began to rumble deep in the virile Alpha male's chest as he prowled toward her. Peregrine angled to latch her scruff and pull her into position, yet at the last moment, he remembered his romantic side. His teeth grazed her neck but he did not grab hold, not yet, instead tracing her soft fur with lustful swipes of his tongue.