Stone Circle Jaws 4: The Revenge

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She..kept getting.


Closer.


And closer.


And closer.


And that's when the scent hit him like a brick of bison scat. A womans scent. He smelled her season on her as strongly as ever, as if she were still within her prime fertility window. Here lie the horrors of a nose as his, taking in every scent as potent and fresh. To him, she was still on her womans shark week, and his head immediately fired away from hers.

The fuck was she doing?

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF, and his ears ran hot.

Was this how women acted on bear month?

What was a man to do with a woman on bobcat hour in a bloody Fenrir's deep special hell?

HELL.

Looking her up and down, because he'd seen her do it, and he'd done it from a far different reason of questioning, with wide eyes he'd next snorted. His legs were almost telling him to book it to the next pack over suddenly, yet he froze and only leaned away from this scent yodeling up his nose.

"I'll be happy to rip your damn tonsils out on your fucking tongue when you do!"

.... Why was his nose burning? Was the sun touching his ear tips right now?

GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY. WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO!