Emberwood [m] Lynchpin

With an assuredness that wasn't typical of him, he moved forward, opening his lips slightly as he investigated her scents for the first time, noting that she smelled of other wolves, but ones he did not recognize. His mind normally would have had questions to ask- about her pack, where it was, what they were called...But all of this seemed unimportant. There was something much more urgent and he knew instinctively that she had not drawn him closer to talk about their packs and their lives. He was so lost in the moment that he'd forgotten all about his prior hesitations about being intimate. Part of him understood what all of this meant- and knew that he wanted it. 

The things which usually governed his thoughts were pushed far from notice. He wasn't worrying about what would become of his pack, or stressing about whether or not he would move to the Caldera. He wasn't trying to figure out how he felt about Fennec, or worrying about where she and Alyx were. He didn't stop to consider Vallkyrie, and the fact that she was staying with him and the Fireflies, as he had asked. His entire life, it seemed, was scooped up and stored somewhere in another room. All that he had on his mind now was this woman who enthralled him so. 

He could feel a shock of static jolt down along his spine as she smoothed her muzzle against his cheek, and he moved forward so that his chest was against hers, and so he could comb his teeth through the feathery fur behind one of her ears.