Horizon Ridge now that i've had my fill of you, i'll give you up forever

she was downwind to the male, yet it was not his scent that stirred her attention upon him, but the immensity of his frame. all ideas of an otter brunch were cast aside as she looked at the imposing creature, who resembled a fierce slab of stony granite over wolf. 

she was loathe to be blindsided, and drawing a quiet sigh, chuffed into the chilly air to draw his attention. the exhale clouded the thin conclusion of her sharp muzzle, fogging around her black nose in thin wisps of rising mist.