Wapun Meadow I'm not asking for favors [M]

Dreven had felt his ruff rise as he realized he was no longer alone. Brutish head lifted, black nares sniffing. Deeply. The flowers wreaking havoc. He searched. Gaze searing.

He saw. Movement. It was a small she wolf. Looked familiar. Smelled familiar. Ah it was little snow. Atka she had whispered as she had slunk from pack lands.

Not for the first time he thought of her general goodness. It oozed from her like some sort of smell. He would be lying if he said it didn't intrigue him a little. If it traveled to all aspects of the little she wolf. Or if he could rub some of his sins off on her. Just a little. He could make her sinful if she wanted too.

But he shook his head and not fearing her. He settled to his rear haunches then fell forward with a whump. Long tendrils of petals and dust and nectar floating off on the breeze. He reclined and waited watching her with a smirk. A little twitch in his brown tail.