Meadowlark Prairie Taking in The Scenery

She watched excitedly while he sniffed, but her brow briefly furrowed when he sneezed. Maybe she'd held it a little too close. 

"I do!" she said, still through clenched teeth. She set it down, briefly licking her lips. "Especially if you are looking for mate. Girls love a unique scent, you know." 

She wasn't lying, either. At least, no in her mind. In her old pack, it was normal for a wolf to adopt a scent. The males that opted for flowery scents usually had very contrasting demeanors, and in turn, made most of the females swoon. She could see Beau being one of those types.