Blackfeather Woods Hunter's Duty

Whisper's fur was ruffled with annoyance. She took one last sniff and realized something she had not smelled before. Her alpha. She trotted towards his scent and found herself at the bank. Just as she began to approach him, she stopped. He seemed to be resting, for his eyes were closed and his breathes were rhythmic. She stopped there and watched him, studied him. Yes, he was a brute, but he seemed to have an inner peace. She smiled, and waited for him to realize she was there, only then would she speak.