Hushed Willows i signed the abstinence pledge with my dungeons and dragons club.

Artaax wasn't resting long before he was joined by another. His hackles shot to attention the moment his senses caught onto her presence and he shoved himself swiftly up onto all fours and turned to face the stranger. She came in quickly, which was all the more alarming to the young wolf. Though what she did upon entering was mundane enough, Artaax was very close to springing at her and driving her straight back out when he noticed something that stopped him dead in his tracks.

Pretty.

His throat ran dry when she looked at him. Her reaction to him held just the same amount of alarm as he'd held for her, only his now was gone by the time she backed away. His ears fell back as he shifted his posture, attempting to look less threatening. Artaax did not want to send this one sprinting off into the night. He wanted to... Well, he didn't know what he wanted. She was like Rose somehow. Probably only in the way he regarded her, which was with fascination, anxiety, and all the awkward you could ever ask for. The yearling gazed silently at her. Words failed him even at the best of times, so obviously now when he was feeling unexpectedly vulnerable, he could come up with absolutely nothing but wide eyes and a deer-in-the-headlights slow blink.