Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

His journey pressed him forward, trotting slowly while his stomach swam at the thought of her, his insides fluttering and his body aching for more of her. He stopped at a crossroad, sniffing the air and this way and that to make sure he was still going the right way in following her.

Ears pressed forward alertly when her scent started to mix with Lazarus', but then he noted to himself that his disrespect was only towards himself and Floki, not her -- he thought. Otherwise he would have been removed from the pack ages ago.

He quickened his pace somewhat, though only because of the seemingly irrational feeling of possessiveness that lurched in his throat, driving him forward. He wanted to be with her in his stead. He continued to follow the trail onwards, still unaware what he'd find at its end.