Iktome Plains love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired

It wasn’t difficult to spot the slender silhouette against the evening backdrop and even less difficult for him to convince himself to investigate the stranger. Once he brought himself close enough to take in her finer details, he easily found himself recognizing the familiar glow of ambition surrounding her. His lips quirked up into a smile at her cheerful greeting while the tip of his tail brushed lightly at his hocks in practiced rhythm. She was pretty and that’s about all it took for his attention to be surrendered to her.

“Whassup” he let out, words smooth like butter as they left his velvety lips. He took a step or two in her direction, nose wiggling while he tried to take in the muddled scents of her fur. From what he could gather it appeared as if she wasn’t traveling alone, not to mention the faint scents of past locations still clung to her fur. Interesting.