Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

The she-wolf realises she likes it when he looks at her like that. His honey-sweet eyes studying her form. The scrutiny causes her fur to feel hot with anxiety and embrassment. All the males at the fenced-place had faced the cutter. They were no longer males, not really. This was her first taste of another wolf, one that she could perhaps bond with. And she liked him. He was strong, his skull was as thick and wide as a bears, his fluffy strange tail was cute in the way of a pup. That was the only cute thing about him though, everything else was pure power. She was hooked, he scared her in a way of full of adrenaline. 

Donovan. Even his name rung with power. She gave a soft bark of laughter as she left him in her dust, impressed by how quickly he caught up. She wanted to see how long he could impress her like that. Her body was different from most wolves, thin and lean like a Whippet, with the strong legs of a wolf. Auriel was built for speed. Although she could hold her own in most fights, she was not made for it, the she-wolf much preffered the thrill of the chase.

Her paws spit up dirt and stones as she sped through the grasses, one with the wind. She gave a joyful howl, forgetting for a moment her companion. Her fur rustled in the breeze as she skidded to a stop, claws leaving furrows in the dirt. Auriel's flanks heaved, her pink tongue lolling out to pant herself cool. "Donovan. It's a strong name." She commented, ears flicking towards a rustling in the nearby grass.