Wapun Meadow Wakooli

Fox plays hard to get, hah.
Also, it's good to be writing with you! I always enjoy threads with you. :)

To Fox, the act of choosing a mate was right along the same lines as her nameless counterpart. She had always sought strength, loyalty, and intelligence (in that order) when seeking prospective matches for herself. When next year brought spring to them again, she would take a mate, or one would take her. As of yet, Haunter had been the only real contender, but he had abandoned them, and so he lacked one of the three prime traits that Fox was seeking. Loyalty had to be earned in time, but there was plenty of that between now and when her body would be ripe for the taking.

As the lone male approached, Fox's tail twitched in anticipation, anxiousness washing over her in addition to a variety of other instincts and thoughts. She was reminded of her first encounter with Njal. Their meeting had been a silent one, and it was Njal she had wanted to begin with. Alas, he was taken by another, and Fox liked Tuwawi a great deal, so she did not seek to disrupt it. Not only that, but they were the only couple who could produce children this year, and they had certainly earned their right. Next year would be different, but they would cross that bridge when they got to it.

Her lungs expanded and contracted quickly, taking in his scent more fully as he drew near. She gathered that he did not smell of sickness, which put him on the "potentials" list right away. And yet, Fox was not that easy. Once he got within a few feet of her, she spun around and took a few quick bounds forward, a yip urging him to chase if he really wished to get closer. It was a test to see how interested he really was.