Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

He was a little late to the gathering, simply because he'd been patrolling on the far end of their lands. He and Julooke had talked about her plans for the hunt the night previously and he'd promised her that he'd join in with her, but he'd gotten sidetracked following the trail of a mountain lion. Cougars were a serious threat and he wanted to be sure this one would be no issue for them. When Julooke's howl soared across the sky, he immediately abandoned his task and made his way at a comfortable run toward the sound of her voice. But given the distance, it took him a while to get there, and he arrived just as Julooke and his packmates were moving out.

He fell into step alongside her, grinning at her with pride and approval in his face. The scent of her was strong and it appealed to all of his senses, but he was used to this by now. Many seasons had passed since they'd begun traveling together, and she'd experienced a few heats before this one. He had scented it in their den when he woke this morning and now that they were mates, he wondered if anything would be different this time around. The ball was in Julooke's court on that one, though. He wouldn't push anything on her that she wasn't ready for.

He was keenly aware that there were other males in their group, though, so he stuck close to Julooke in case anyone got any ideas. Following her, he waited for her next cue.