Whitebark Stream [m] dosin

forever chasing the caribou had cut sun eater into a lean figure, one often streamlined in darkness against the snow as he flashed across the drifts. today was no different, frigid hours whiled away by splitting one great herd into three.

in this manner would their weakened be exposed to the saatsine and the cycle continued. sun eater might have gone on and on with it had not his mate's voice floated up over the cold earth, a summons.

for a moment he was still and wondering, heart on gallop in his chest from where he had only just slowed. that race for caribou had ended; now the chieftain wheeled in high snow and used his great stamina on a knifing beeline for where the starwoven waited.

that stunning bouquet of scent tendriled to the man before he had even come along the stream, and with lips curledz he stalked dominantly into tree shadows.

his growl a masculine response to her need, his single eye burned upon his wife and he pushed his muzzle into her guard hairs, teeth pulling in possessive rake.