Wild Berry Meadow It was all she had

“Vixen!” calls Vermouth when he clambers out of the water.

He peers around the lake shore, then squeezes his eyes shut as he gives himself a good shake. When he’s no longer dripping wet, he casts his eyes along the water’s edge again. Where is she? Has she finally decided to stop following him and go her own way?

Vermouth’s upper canines dig into his lower lip as he ponders a moment. He then huffs a breath and begins walking westward, his pace increasing when he spots a figure crossing the neighboring meadow. She’s quite lovely, including the scent that blows into his nose on a gentle easterly breeze. If only she was several shades paler…

“Hello,” greets the swarthy man, the nip of spring in the air making him feel flirtatious despite her imperfect coat. “I’m Vambrace,” he introduces, discarding the name he’s been using for weeks for something a little fresher.

He slows to a stop perhaps a yard away, ears pricked and tail swinging upward in a friendly wag. He squares his shoulders and lets his tongue loll from his partially open mouth as he waits to see what the she-wolf makes of him.

Tagging @Accipitra for invisibility (invitation + visibility, lawl)! :)