Porcupine Ridge Seasong saints

Woo hoo!

She was... not herself. The black wolf quirked a brow, immediately picking up on her odd, but charming, mannerisms. But he did not need to question them for long. There was no mistaking the change in her scent with her suddenly so near. She nudged him and pressed against his chest before darting off toward the water, beckoning him to run with her. But his paws were rooted, and he did not chase.

He swallowed. His nose was completely dominated by her, and he felt that all too familiar stirring in his loins. It was all the more distracting after spending a frustrating week in the company of a receptive female whom he refused to breed despite his body's demands. He could not help but think, here we go again.

"Diane," he said softly. "You need to stay with me." He took a step toward her, intent that she would spend the next week in his company, and hoping that she would understand better than the pale she-wolf had.