Golden Glade [M]agnolia

Alder was on one of his brief breaks from the tunnels - this time, it was a patrol - when the scent called to him. A whine broke through his throat and tumbled from his jaws, but he turned without a single thought to the woman and hared off her way - she was very, very close to the Court, and somehow in the rulers mind that made her his.

It wasn't long before he galloped into sight - tail curled high over his back in dominance, ears cupped forward, but his maw already curling into a confident grin. His one blue eye was bright, but overly focused on her - the hormones already had him ensnared, and his voice came out in a low, purring and even friendly rumble.  

                   "You're walking the borders of my land."