Silver Creek marshmallow

the call was welcomed by greedy ears, who drank in the warm tones of a woman lustfully. just who was this? they were not a claim, not truly, at any given moment the weather could drive the pack out and disperse them, but they were well known enough that wolves would be as respectful as to stop at their borders. hah! aaron couldn't imagine such a thing, grayson was a far superior alpha. he always would be. 

he approached, slowing his gait and viewing the woman with interest. she was, as her voice, a cup of hot chocolate. it coated her, dripping from every sleek edge, dappled in sweet little marshmallows. his expression deepened into a wide smile, pale gaze finding the soft lilac of her own. "hello," he greeted simply, "what brings you to my claim?" it soon would be, anyway. he was convinced.