Sawtooth Spire [m] Fled and Regained

With each step she took, she became more and more alluring, and he felt drawn to her as if by magnet; a sensation which intensified with each step. He noted the light limp, the scarring on her face- but saw past them to the softness of her dark coat, the slender line of her jaw, the attractive dip at her waist. She greeted him with a question and he moved forward to allow her to trade scents with him, pushing his whiskers forward as he sniffed for her breath, for her aura. 

"I smelled you nearby," He said. "You're all I can think about," He admitted. The others who had crossed his path in this state had not turned him away- he hoped she might be just as receptive of his presence and his intentions.