Bramblepoint [m] the body

For all the time he'd spent upon the caldera, he wasn't familiar at all with the forest just to its north. Today, that changed, as he wanted to take some mental notes of the place and perhaps look for some food. 

The brush was thick, trees clumped close together. He picked his way through the bramble bushes, cursing a bit as thorns pulled at his flanks. 

Goddamn plants—

The words died away as he entered the clearing. There was a small stream, ready to slake his thirst. The prickly greenery had given way to a nice place to rest.

But he wasn't focused on any of that.

Just the silver wolf, drinking quietly, with a scent wreathed around her that sent his belly flip-flopping.