Fox's Glade [M]Macchiato

Viinturuth was not one to ignore the beckoning if a receptive she-wolf. He'd detected the scent of one from a ways off and turned in that direction without much thought, his stride quickening when he heard her call.

She was a petite thing, with a stocky build - and young, he noted as he drew nearer. This fact made him feel rather awkward yet he let his gaze linger, maintaining a distance so she could look upon him too and decide if he met her expectations.