Lake Rodney visions of ecstasy

Dacio was not a wolf who looked for beauty in others, yet he found its definition the moment he laid eyes on Solaris.

He followed her with his pale gaze for a time, intrigued, as she picked her way along the lake's edge. Soft moonlight drew his attention to the highlighted arch of her neck, her narrow shoulders, the delicate curves of her fine hips. Salmon pink tongue traced his lips briefly as his stare lingered there a moment longer, an unfamiliar stirring of his loins enough to have him shift his weight.

Dacio stepped forward then on careful paws, charcoal ears pricked forward curiously as his eyes sought the wolfess' features. She was the loveliest thing he'd ever seen: sleek, sharp and healthy despite the toughness of life in their wilds. But was she strong? A mate was something he had considered in fleeting moments since he and his sister rooted themselves in Roangeda, though no she-wolves had sparked such interest until now.

A chuff to announce his harmless approach, followed by the upward sway of his dark tail. Dacio had no idea how she would react, though fiercely hoped that she would interpret his challenge as a friendly one. Unskilled in the way of courtship, the young Klikalida sought only to test her skills to better judge her suitability. Should she impress him in a fight, he would certainly seek to have her for himself should she allow such proximity.