Wapun Meadow Wakooli

Though Farstep took this acceptance as an enormous ego stroke, for the scent of many lingered on her pelt and suggested she was well-regarded in her pack, if not the ringleader herself, he was almost timid when she clipped her teeth on the air. He pulled back in a quick little two-step motion, instinct governing his need to give her the space she required, but she was quick to close the distance between them to conduct her own investigation.

Ego aside, Farstep was not an inherently confrontational wolf, so he was quick to roll onto his side and then his back when she made her intentions clear. It was within the right of the dominant wolf to inspect any subordinate in this way, a fact that the lone male respected deeply. However much he yearned to stand at her side in savage possessiveness, he was deferential to her. His primal nature offered him no choice, but if there had been one, he wouldn't have changed a thing.

Inspection complete, the blazing red bitch began to stalk away, and this very image was enough to pull Farstep onto his feet. He needed little egging on, for his brain could not comprehend the potential for other interests in either party. He himself was singularly wired for lifelong commitment, so the bitch he chose to follow and pursue, albeit the first one he had come across and non-receptive to boot, was the one he would always choose. She need not entice him, for Farstep overzealously already believed she belonged to him.

A fatal error on the lone wolf's part, but one that his strict adherence to instinct alone caused him to completely overlook.