Emberwood [m] Lynchpin

At first, he realized that he wasn't alone when he caught the scent of another wolf, and it didn't bother him. These lands were clearly not claimed, so he thought perhaps another wanderer had come in this direction. He sniffed again, and could identify the scent as female but was shocked when he found himself bristling and drawn to his feet. Something deep inside him growled as it awakened, and drove him to move forward as soon as he caught sight of the female, silver and pale as the moon, with a gaze that reminded him of the colour of sun-blanched bone. 

He shook out his pelt, as though to use its thickness to amplify his stature and padded toward her, willingly beguiled by her invitation. He couldn't stop himself from inhaling her scent- it was like breathing in the most beautiful and alluring scent he'd ever experienced, and made him drunk on its elixir. He uttered a low, rumbling growl as he approached though his tail waved from side to side behind him. If nothing else, the sound was affectionate, if not a tad possessive. He wasn't sure entirely why he was so interested in her, but she had a sort of magnetism that had awakened something incredibly primal within him- and for once, he forgot his usual mannerisms, and simply became the wild creature he'd been intended to be. 

He reached out, hoping they could touch whiskers and swap scents with one another, so they might come to know the other as being healthy, and so that he might convince her to willingly allow him closer.