Hushed Willows [m] Mental Wounds

Will be referencing this post for continuity and reason for introducing a new character.

Black ears swiveled, listening. Echoes of howls in the distance caused the large grey male to turn his head in their direction. He watched birds fly from their perches, squawking angrily at being disturbed. At least two different wolves had joined their voices in warning; surely, they hadn't caught wind of him already? He wasn't familiar with this territory, but he did catch multiple scents that appeared every so often, marking the borders of the territory. He never paid mind to borders; there was nothing on the borders to stop him from crossing whenever he pleased. 

One of the scents he had come across was pleasant to his senses: fallen autumn leaves and evergreen trees...and female. His favorite scent from home were from the pines that stood tall and the sticky sap that ran from them. He missed home, but the scent satisfied him in a way that he hadn't felt in a while. He needed to find whoever this scent belonged to, and soon. He was getting rather fatigued and wanted to pause his travels. A female seemed like a great excuse! The ghostly male shook his pelt, freeing the snow that had accumulated. His silver eyes closed, dipped his head to the ground and inhaled deeply.

There.

He continued to follow her scent--the closer he got, the stronger it was, and the more intrigued and determined he became to find her. It was slightly disconcerting; why did every bone in his body gravitate so heavily in her direction? His whole adult life he spent wooing females, bedding them, and leaving to continue on his search for the next warm body to spend his time with. He scoffed; this female will not be any different. Massive paws carried him further into the forest, silently tracking his prey. He was almost there.