Jade Fern Grove [M] The Fortune Queen of New Orleans

She loomed, and he worshipped. Every strand of fur on her body, the glint in her eyes, the footprints she left behind in the snow...With her spell cast he was helpless, and for someone who had never known any god, he found himself uttering soft whimpers- prayers, that she might hear him, choose him, and allow him to become nearer to her. 

Nearer to thee, oh divine one.

He bristled, goosebumps pimpling his skin and causing his fur to lift as she circled him. He froze, ears perked and posture stiff as she wound her way around him, fearing that any movement might drive her off or make her lose interest. His chin lifted slightly, and he felt a thrumming growl grow in his chest. He must be desirable, strong. 

And, apparently, fast. 

This was no problem for him. He had played many games of chase in his life- and the invitation caused his heart to leap. Without hesitation, he bounded after her, matching her buoyant stride- but ready to drop into a dash if she chose to run.