Herbalists' Cache fever to the form

Though Birk was no mind-reader and therefore her raging thoughts and emotions remained concealed from him, yet he could sense the heat radiating from her body, the blood rushing in the vessels, the pulse of the life in the other being. It did not drive him mad, quite the contrary, it calmed him, he closed his eyes briefly, listening, inhaling and feeling the other's very soul so close to him. There was something beautiful and exhilarating about, that he let out a disappointed growl, when the moment was shattered by her movement and words.

He bare his teeth at her, then moved so to exert his dominance and grabbed her scruff, just to tell the girl to mind her place and stop moving. Things would have unfolded their natural way at that point, but a long and mournful howl in the distance made Birk alert and let go of her. He stood with ears cupped forward and muzzled lifted in the air to catch any foreign scent. His gaze shifted between the caller without a name and the she-wolf next to him, carefully weighing out his actions for the future.

The idea of someone else coming here and finding them was something he did not enjoy at all, because at this moment he felt fiercely protective of this stranger, for whatever mysterious reason. Therefore he made a playful nip at the girl's side and then danced away several steps, inviting her to follow him in a game and disappear in the depths of the forest. Far away from prying eyes.