Bloom

Raissa seemed to be in a rush to get back to the den. She seemed to know exactly what was on his mind. As he walked behind her, he was using every ounce of strength resisting everything in his blood to run after her and take her. It was a strange sensation. Enjoyable but, at the same time, terrifying. Never before had he been a slave to his emotion. She jogged, he walked.

Inevitably, she arrived at the den first and FitzDutiful paused a few steps out from the entrance. Were they really about to do this? He knew that this would just be the start of the longest marathon of his life. Once he committed to this action then this was going to take the most of his waking hours, like bunnies they would be.

The pause made him hesitate. He wondered about the other males in his pack, glad that they were too young to produce offspring. He wouldn't need to be too concerned about her in the pack lands. The pups that they produced would be his.

Still hesitating, he waited outside of the den. He had to be sure about what he was doing before he followed her in. Was he resisting or were puppies about to become a prospect?