Silver Creek Butterflies fly away

After the kind female had led him to their home, he had been content with living again. He still shivered, still found himself to be a rather wimpy male, but he was still alive thanks to the wolves of... Rosings, was it? He hadn't even been able to give his name to the others and so far not many had noted he was indeed mute. Perhaps here he could go on living though, if they wished to have him. Anywhere with others was better than alone in the cold.

It was as this resolution crept in his head that he smelled something strange. He was but a young lad and had never before scented a female in heat before. Or, perhaps he had and simply hadn't know what to do with the information yet. He now knew what mating was, how pups were to be born and raised, but acting upon such urges he had never done. He had never fallen in love nor lust, but his heart did start beating faster when the sweet scent filled the air of their territory.

Almost against his will did his feet bring him to the woman who had come across the man with a death wish, freezing in place when he did spot her. Act casual, act normal. Nobody likes us anyway. Go on, get out of there.