Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

Instinctual, the yearling could smell a strange whiff upon females, it made them more enticing and alluring; though he had yet to open Pandora's forbidden box. The black wolf was present at one of the first hunts as a pack member of Stavenger Bay though his mind was torn between the adrenaline rush of the hunt and the fact that Julooke had a strong smell upon her. It came as no surprise that he was more than usual eager to follow the pack's Delta. He wanted to know what was going on in his mind, and that of any male for that matter, for he experienced lust just looking at her. Suddenly her feminine body looked define and delicious.

Besides his cool, facial features he was able to hide this new sensational stir that he felt in his guts and his abdomen. Luckily he was distracted by the thrill for the kill and the chance to work together as a team with his newly adopted pack family. The youth would provide support and back-up with speed and agility, a few of his strong points with his built. The black tried his very best to listen to Julooke's well thought-out speech while his fierce orange eyes burned upon the chosen prey at the distant horizon. Though the Iota tried as hard as he could to not be distracted by the quiver of the nostrils and the scent that smelled like honey that he wanted to act upon.

His leathery lips never spoke once, instead he was obedient one of the first wolves to follow the 'in heat' female. It caused Mees also to be heated up; but cause of the hunt or caused by lust?