Blackfeather Woods are you afraid of dying alone

He'd wandered after dalliance with the woman, successful or no. The dark forest drew him in like shadows in the evening; he'd never seen such a place before, and was absorbed into it with a mixed sense of wariness and curiosity.

Still he burned for her, and for others in heat.

But who he found was a man, looking at the ground, meandering around detritus.

He passed by and then chuffed, eyes burning into the burly man, questioning. He sank well into the dark trees and watched, unsure, chin lifted.