Wapun Meadow i can feel your teeth on my paper-moon skin

tantalizing as her scent was, he did not draw closer. she rivaled him in height, and he was not one to push his luck. her scent, however, inticed him to press the distance beween them. he chuffed softly, a wave of his tail given as he bobbed his muzzle.

she was distinctly wolf, and not at all of his kith -- but he was magnetized to her. he canted his muzzle to the side as he interpreted her silent query. tenderly, he let loose a lone and solemn howl set to serenade her. his lilting song did not have the tenacity of a wolf, but it carried soft and tender notes with it and ended on a gentle, almost floral finish.