Herbalists' Cache fever to the form

Birk was not immune to her charms from afar, but, when she looked at him and welcomed his presence, he felt as if he had made a lucky draw at the lottery. The particular scent was thick and all around him that at one point his nose stopped differentiating it from the rest, it now became the air itself that he needed to inhale and to live and therefore bound with it's source. Who knew, what would happen, if he left now?

He closed the distance between them so that he was now standing right next to and above her, sniffing the area between the she-wolf's ears, down the nape and stopping at the lower back. Here and there his muzzle lightly touched her fur, but after the initial exam, he gave her space again, choosing to to sit down and look at her.