Emberwood Sundew [m]

She weighed the man who drew near in many ways, measuring out by eye and nose what might be his assets and drawbacks. 

First and foremost, he smelled of others- and not of a pack she recognized. She’d strayed far from her home in the process of seeking recruits, far enough perhaps she had come closer to packs who would never be close enough to become either allies or enemies. 

But to steal a man from a pack…It could create bad blood. But if he went willingly,  perhaps they might be forgiven.

In looks, she found him handsome. Perhaps not as tall or broad as she might have preferred- as she aspired for her children to be giants among wolves- but there was strength in agility too. And not all of her children would need to be soldiers. 

There was also the matter of his appearance- and he looked as if he’d taken no pride in keeping himself tidy. The timidity she sensed in his stance, as well, lacked the authority she hoped to see. 

She would let him down, then- but gently.

”I’m not looking for someone from another pack.” She clarified, clearing her throat. Some part of her felt desperate and helpless, faced with her impossible standards, and desired him nonetheless- but she could silence that need for now. 

Or, at least, she could try. The wilderness within her sought any opportunity- and begged her to gentle her posture slightly- as though willing him to beg her to change her mind.