Phantom Hollow [M] Fire up the night

He heard footsteps in the grass, crisp from the wintry cold. Talisman shifted his pale gaze in that direction, tensing slightly when a dark she-wolf materialized. She was jet black save for a frosted muzzle. One eye was brighter than the other. Talis thought he made out a small scar over one.

His lips parted as if he was about to say something—perhaps “hello” or “what happened to your eye?”—only to slam shut when her scent wound its way into his nose. The young coyote let out a loud groan. It had taken all of his self-control to flee Moonspear; there was none left now.

Quiet as a sigh, he approached her. He kept his head bowed, his tail low. It wriggled in supplication as he came within a foot of the stranger and reached up to nuzzle at her faded chin. He didn’t even know her name but Talis wanted her, oh so badly. Would she have him?