The Story Of Life [PACK HUNT]

Jensen, on the other hand, couldn't be bothered about the woman's scent. So what? She smelled nice. So did trees, if the barked was peeled away. A nice, piney, rugged scent. Flowers smelled nice, too, in small doses.. so he simply couldn't comprehend all the fuss about it. Good thing, too, because it seemed the other men were already on edge about it; Raissa didn't need another drooling mutt on her tail.

The eta rolled his neck as he approached, lumbering up and flexing his muscles for the task at hand. His first pack hunt, hooray! "Hallo, folks. Jensen, for those who don't know. Nice to see you all again." His manners in check, the lowest ranked member of the pack kept his tail low and refrained from making any signs of dominance. He gave a quick glance to the alpha and gave a brief wag of his tail, happy to see the man out and about before settling back into hunt mode.