Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

he is close enough to be seen from the borders at a distance, but not close enough to be trespassing! <3

there was but one pack in the hinterlands that asmodeus could spot. he followed the trailing scents to a pretty little inland cove, redolent with dozens of fragrances, many female.

ah.

the daemon hunted laboriously through them, seeking the presence of an elder male, or the budding receptiveness spun by women readying themselves for spring.

a large pack, and one with ranked males. a lover who preferred not to have his pelt yanked out by the root. asmodeus retired reluctantly into the wood, casting one last glance toward the promise held so well-guarded.