Shadewood Light my fire

Novak ventured close to Silver Creek, searching for the girl who lead him to his new home. It was strange, the rusty, scuffed up woman who he met the other day seemingly disappeared. Her scent seemed no where to be found, though it didn't seem like someone who finally proved themselves of their worth to the pack to mysteriously depart. He continued searching the past few hours until being abruptly interupted by a smell so intoxicating and irresistable he was forced to walk the opposite direction, his mind was wiped of his past intentions and were completely hypnotized by the scent. It was unfamiliar and odd, as the stately brute had never been introduced to a female in heat, having been so secluded his entire life.

Finally, his prepossesing saphire eyes landed on her. The root of invigorating perfume was caused by her, another rather large fae, but still rather short compared to himself. For a moment the wolf paused, what was going on? Why couldn't he control himself? But all questions faded once getting another whiff of fragrence, he was mesmerized once more. A low chuff exited his throat to warn her of his presence as he began inching closer.