Big Salmon Lake Roses are red

Satiated and well- rested, Jaws had nothing to do but wander. As he quietly loped along, a slight breeze laced with a beguiling scent caught his nose, and his head instinctively turned into it to capture it more fully. His lips curled into a faint smile; he knew this smell. The rest of his body soon followed his head as he pursued the origin of the beckoning scent. She was not far; it did not take long before the coywolf spotted the white figure gazing into the lake. His focus squarely on the female, his eyes only momentarily flicked to the drinking lynx, in whom he had no interest. Jaws approached the she-wolf without hesitation in his usual bold fashion, regarding her with the toothy grin of a rapscallion and greeting her in a voice unmistakably flirty in its soft, low tone. "Hello..."