Blackfoot Forest So dance along to the beat of your heart

perf- save some for me! 

 

The man was conveniently chasing down a couple of foxes from where he believed would be the perfect spot for his own den. He had made it large enough for the gorgeous woman who he had requested be his co-alpha, but they were not necessarily an item and therefore he would not force her to sleep near him. One of the dumb creatures turned in an attempt to fight, and with little struggle Aaron was able to slay the damn thing- receiving only a few bites and scratches to his chest and shoulder. These wounds would heal, he knew, and therefore paid them no mind. The other scrambled away, proving smarter than the one lying limp in front of him. Would foxes make a tasty meal? He had never tried, but he opted to dig a cache for the dumb carcass. It would be the first of many.

Before he had the chance, however, he heard a howl. Strange, he thought, but intriguing all the same. Had this territory seemed so inhabited that someone had sought him out to join? He smiled with pride and picked up the limp creature, deciding leaving it would not be a good idea. 

He arrived soon, and laid the dead fox near his paws, watching the male with curiosity. Another male- good. The pack was made up only of females (and himself) right now, and although the idea was nice, most women enjoyed the tenderness of man vowed to her and her only- more brutes would certainly keep the pack more at ease. Especially with the plan he held for the pack, this male was already a high priority. 

"Greetings," he woofed lowly, his tail held high but loosely above his hindquarters. "May I help you?"