Chimera Fields you will kill or be killed

A strange scent draws him from the borders of Neverwinter Forest, one that reminds him oddly of @Mal. But it's stronger this time, and far more alluring. His pace picks up as he follows it, until he's running, chasing after the trail of a wolf he doesn't know.
The girl he finds is dark and wild-furred, glistening chocolate broken only by a shimmering ebony mask, with the brightest golden eyes he's ever seen. She's scarred, and much bigger than him, but there's a rough prettiness to her. Something dangerous but mesmerizing, like the glint of a fine dagger. She stops and turns with a smile that seems coy to him, and then she's off, running as he'd been. He follows without thought.
By the time he catches her, they're both breathless and giggling. He can't remember the last time he felt this way, or if he's ever felt this way in his entire life. Time seems to pass in a blur after that. They wrestle for what seems like hours, wild play interspersed with moments of furious preening and mischievous nips — until a distant howl interrupts them, far-reaching and full of ire. The girl breaks away from him suddenly, ears flattening, and bolts from him with tail tucked between her legs. His heart drops into his stomach as he watches her from the ground, but this time he does not follow. Instead, he turns back toward Neverwinter Forest. Back toward home.