Nova Peak This world is gonna burn, burn burn burn

Charley was on the borders when the tantalizing scent reached his nostrils. Smitten as he was with Aspen, the hormones beckoned him towards the firey female. He was quick to cross and follow the flash of red, letting out a curious chuff after the fleeting shadow. It was the scent that brought him non aggressively to someone so close to his borders, and thoughts of the ever close Dragon wolves were thrown from his mind. His black mask split at the cheek with a wound, but the woman who did it to him was not scented on this other girl.
Charley said no words as he followed, carrying himself high and mightily as he always did, like he was in charge of the world. The scruffy male expected no submission from her at all, just liked the feeling of being big and in control: even lanky and starved as he was.