Whitefish River Red Sun Rises Like an Early Warning

He wasn't thinking of the old scars littering his skin, the man's thoughts were mostly on I hope I wasn't bitten, and man Ira is so attractive, he was almost certain she smelled really good if he could smell. He imagined something smokey, whatever smokey was. Like fresh pine whenever he chewed on the needles and they released a strong enough odor that even he could smell it.

She spoke and his ears shot back into attention and then relaxed as he pondered over his answer, back to the encounter and at what he could remember. Hmm. I don't think so, I made sure she didn't stay close to Moonshadow for longer than that kiss. We were pretty face to face, I can't imagine her reaching anywhere else. It was definitely moments like these that he wished this curse was long gone. 

I can always quarantine myself as well, just in case. Though he didn't like that though, if it was for the good of the pack he would have to do so, especially if they would ask the same of Moonshadow.