Swiftcurrent Creek Because a Vision Softly Creeping

A small crooning sound reached his ears, low and warm and kind. He lifted his head, blue eyes searching, scouring. The pungent smell of a woman in heat, hit his nose next and his muscles locked up a bit. He turned again looking, finally his gaze fell on the she wolf Jakoul.

All angles in a black pelt, with silver eyes. Those eyes were interesting to him, he must admit. She was pretty in her own way. And she seemed quite intelligent if the grade in her eyes was anything to go by.

He tilted his head and chuffed back. His senses being overridden, but he could handle it.