Otter Creek I'll [m]ake your timber shiver

He had not been refused before, at least, not in the way Alexander did. It seemed it was not only his deny of affection but also the lack of education which made the other turn away. Did he not know that times had changed, there was no strict boundary for love, no right nor wrong when it came to the desires of the heart and body? Yet, it had him wondering, had the other been raised in the kind of pack that had taught him the body was for a male and a female, there could be no flicker of passion between those of the same gender, as he had been taught as a child. Yet, he uttered the words he had used to defy his elders, "why not?"

it was a simple question, though with so many answers even Adonis himself could never form the words properly to covey how he felt, but when the time came he would do it justice. Instead, he did did so with action, not to fluster but to prove a point that no words could. He stepped forward, closing the space between them before moving on; running his nose through the other's pale coat as he walked on. The action did something to him as he knew it would to the other boy. But he did not stop, tracing the other's hip bone as he made his way to the other side, his nose never leaving but inhaling the scent of the beautiful eyed boy named Alexander. He stopped where the other's peripherals could strain to see him leaning into the other's ear. "does that not feel right, alexander?" adonis did not care for the clouded opinions of others who did not understand the way he felt, and would never. It was why he roamed, alone before he found the boy before him with the storm filled yet beautifuol eyes.