Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

The forest lay silent in the wake of his hunt. Cole, steady and efficient, had claimed a lean rabbit without much fuss, its small weight hanging from his jaws as he turned back toward the wolves of Bearclaw Valley. Pine needles crunched lightly beneath his paws, a rhythm familiar as his thoughts already shifted to the evening back in camp.

But a scent drifted through the crisp air, halting him mid-step—a scent unmistakably feminine, carrying an earthy richness mixed with hints of intrigue. It coiled around him, distinct and unexpected, a tether pulling his gaze off his intended path. He blinked, his head tilting ever so slightly as his senses adjusted, honing in on this new arrival or perhaps a wanderer along the fringes of the valley.

Cole adjusted his hold on the rabbit, muscles tensed under his coat, aware of his own presence now lingering on the border.

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@Arnarkla