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a chuff brought the man from his sullen ponderings, and he glanced upon its author with features immediately perking. for she was a young thing, with wispy-creamed fur and broad, doe-like eyes. his posture rounded in interest, and the male rose his muzzle to the frosty wind to drink of her scent.

she was not the she-wolf he had been following, but he took an interest in her all the same. the wilds were a wide and heartless place, and thorn would do well to remember that spring was imminent on the horizon; burgeoning him with an irresistible urge to seek the softer gender, and vie for their affections.

he measured the waif carefully; she was not small, but the way her limbs seemed to gracefully bend seemed to give strangers the impression she was dimunitive. curious, thorn drifted closer -- extending his muzzle towards her slender frame in greeting.