Silver Creek what fell from grace

MATURE

The mountain had decidedly settled by the creek to watch the fish swim on by, contemplating killing a few just to get his frustration resolved. Maybe he'd sniff out a bitch in heat to lose some tension. The dog had a few whelps already born to him back at the farm, not that he knew. Jarus was not one to stay and raise pups. Besides, the brats were boring before they could talk.

A call, directed at Jarus most probably. The rottweiler man slowly turned his head to regard the other dog with some vague interest. She did not smell in heat, so instead of rising to his feet he laid his head on his paws. Being as big as he were, and young, Jarus was cocky. In his small walnut sized mind nothing could harm him. 


The mountain was just about to flirt with this pretty thing before another spoke, a fiercer female with a scent of others on her pale coat. Now this one was more his style. Strong, with stunning eyes that reminded him of a smouldering fire. From what he could tell there was no scent of milk on her coat, not that the females would be breeding anymore. Most of the girls would already be snapped up, feeding pups. Jarus shivered as he thought of his father's approach to whooing women. Kill the pups, he used to say, and they'd come back in quicker. 

"Names Jarus, of the Domaire line. I'm looking for my sister, a yearling, tiny little thing with a red coat and two coloured eyes." He got to his massive paws, now he was standing it was revealed how huge he truly was. And full of muscle. "But I'd settle for a night with you." The mountain added with a smirk.