Sleeping Dragon Wait for it

His frustration caused the mute to stop his tracking with an angry, exasperated huff as another trail seemed to fade away. The food was there, he was certain, but the prey had become cunning, knowing the starvation of the larger predators. His tail lashed in annoyance, his teeth ground together. Damn.

The silent rage didn't last long however, for a packmate, a very flirtatious packmate, came to greet him. Hush immediately became flustered. While the unfamiliar woman was not in heat, her swaying backside told him everything he needed to know about her intentions. The young, virgin, mute wolf, unused to attention like this, tilted his head in adorable confusion. She liked him, or at the very least, interested in him? A bastard half-breed such as he?