Hoshor Plains next to you I'll lay my bones

Beau thought it must have been his lucky day when a scent came to him on the wind. Sweet, familiar, undeniable. He had been waiting for it.

His paws worked quickly, tracking the source with haste. His caution was nearly thrown to the wind when he heard a howl sound out nearby, and given it was a woman, his hopes were not yet destroyed.

He soon found her; dark-coated, older, and alone. Beau paused, remembering his manners before he went charging.

Are you lookin' for company, ma'am? His tone was polite, but his eyes were not. They searched without hesitation, admiring each curve, blotch, and hair.