Hibernation Point ≡ Go for Gold

She was the opposite of what he sought. She should have been an antithesis of everything he stood for.

Yet he stood here, tongue lolling slightly, bewitched by the sight and scent of her.

Ignoring the nearby dark-masked man, he marched after the pale woman instead, drawn by her inexorable musk. His nostrils flared, eyes rolled back as he pursued her; he could not help it—she was irresistable.

He whuffed her way, then stopped short, lifting his dark muzzle to give her a long, lingering stare.