Firefly Glen [m]eet me in the woods tonight

Few scents but this led him astray.

He was accustomed to the scent of blood and decay—but this promised more. He was drawn to it, a feral type of magnetism, pulled through the glen as if a string was attached to his sternum.

The hulking gray beast parsed through the trees and came upon the massive agouti woman, jaws slightly agape.

He did not hesitate.

He strode toward her with the purpose of thousand years of evolution, stomach churning, loins aching. His sights were set upon her core and he moved toward her hindquarters, lips lifting to reveal hungry teeth.

Only her fangs and fury would deny him what was rightfully his.