The Floodlands Don't get hot and flustered

@Dawson slight pp here

The wolf ahead of him came closer into view, though he was still far off into the distance. Athan kept his pace, watching, waiting, not yet willing to expend his energy — waiting for a moment, an opportunity — there! His heart leapt as he saw the man trip over a log, debris creating a dust pile around the ivory man's visage. Ha! he barked, more a pant than a laugh. He took that opportunity to go into a sprint, rushing the man and bowling him over before he had the chance to right himself and keep moving. 

Athan kept his body weight pressed on top of the prone male's form, hoping to trap him. I've won, draga mea, Athanasius grinned over the stranger — his prey. His voice barely contained his excitement, his lust, trembling as he slipped into his tongue. He bent his head down to the man's neck, lavishing foreboding kisses on his prize.