she whose bloom the summer brings

Mees had marked the borders of the Isle before he left the safe zone of his home. With an unknown wanderlust he left for a location unknown, wanting to see and find out what was out there. The world was his playground, his kingdom and his treasure cove. Those markings was the last clue of his whereabouts because this time his golden eyes saw the sun settle behind the mountain range and rising once more, announcing the start of a new day. Lazily the juvenile male looked around, trying to gasp where he was and where he could be. Though, in reality he was lost.

His cool, damp charcoal nose inhaled the scents. There were traces of wolf movement but any sign of a pack was faint. Curious probably killed the cat but not the wolf, Mees was interested to find out what had happened; like an explorer discovering the ancient remains of a long lost civilization. A newfound excitement coursed through his veins as his speed began to increase. On a trot he trailed the less travelled paths of the abandoned pack. But was this little piece of paradise truly left behind?

Suddenly Mees turned into a stone statue when he saw the sleek silhouette of a wolf in the distance. Bright golden eyes narrowed and his heart began to thump faster. It wasn't fear that itched him; no, instead it was an attraction to a mysterious creature he had never felt before. It was as if someone or something had deliberately struck him by lightning. After a few moments had passed the male began to slowly walk into her direction, carrying nothing more than a sheepish smile; Mister Charming.