Honeyed Pasture the world is already on my side

The fates say he doesn't smell Doe, so Sizzle is in luck.

His last offering to the pack had been a half-eaten raccoon, and he didn't want to make that the status quo, fat as it had been. And sure, he could've asked Phocion or Ezekiel to accompany him on this hunt - but what would that prove? That he was a blind fool who needed to be babysat?

But I could've asked Krypton to come along, he thought wistfully, glancing back toward Silvertip. Not too far away that she wouldn't hear him if he called - but who was he to call her? They hadn't even been properly introduced.

No, it was better to go alone and just hope he got lucky. His chance meeting with the dark female - the one in heat, not Banner - had stirred up all sorts of things that were usually content to lie sleeping in the back of his mind. Not so, today. Probably not for many days to come - until he could forget the scent that had wafted from her so sweetly, that seemed to have woven itself into his very bones -

"This is not helping," he said to himself, voice firm and forceful. "Stop this at once!"

That did help, a little, but he wished the ivory-toned stranger he'd just spotted hadn't been around to see it.