Sly Fox Sand Dunes pawsteps over sand dunes

One whiff of Candle’s scent altered him irrevocably. When she thwarted his attempts to get closer and went after Zoug, it was difficult not to trail after her. The air cleared and so did his head, a little, though he was a man changed in a matter of moments.

He left any thoughts of servitude there in the sands. Talis was slave only to his own instincts now. His desire to sire pups grew exponentially stronger. He knew his best chances at realizing his dreams was to return to The Tribe. He could only hope the other females would not deny his attentions.

Talis pointed his nose and toes at the ravine, though he hadn’t gone very far when he saw Candle again. His heart leaped and he darted toward her without thinking, only to realize the closer he came, the less she looked—and smelled—like the coyote in heat.

The strange woman was striking in her own right. She was taller, her eyes the color of sunflowers. Upon closer inspection, her coat faded through several shades of gray. She didn’t smell nearly as tempting as Candle, though Talis nonetheless felt something hook and tug in his lower belly as he rolled to a stop.

Um… hi.