[M] How loud are the drums of war

Whrist

This thread is marked MATURE as is it a conception thread with references to Puppy Making read on at your risk

@Kynareth Deagon

The black wraith ghosted through the night she wanted to be irritated but but there was something else that was settling in her veins over irritation, something she couldn’t quite put a paw on. A vague nigleing wormed in her mind over a conversation about ‘heats and pups’ this was a conversation she had had with yet another of the white witches this pack held plenty of. Once she thought of the color of that wolf all else faded from the fore front

She ran her tongue along ivory fangs that glinted in the fading moons light, perhaps it was over the thought of sullying every white coated wolf with their own blood Or it might have been because of something else she was hungry, Hungry to the core and no matter what she ate she couldn’t satisfy herself.

White blues glanced up at the barest sliver of moon that was left to the sky tomorrow there would be no moon. Her favourite night of the month,

Her nostrils flared and she caught the scent of something, Something familiar and Masculine something that had her body burning in places that had no business aching. A noise rose in her throat a husky moaning growl, that almost had her looking around for the source the sound. She caught her own scent again and frowned it was far thicker then she liked but it became nothing more then a foot note when she began to follow the trail that called to her inner beast, she wanted to bask in his scent, in him….

She didn’t howl to call to him; she didn’t want to alert others she was looking for him. This was a moment she wanted to have with him and him alone. He would be hers tonight, he was her prey and her prize, she grinned as her paws and nose brought her toward the sexy brindled beast that was Kynareth Deagon of the Abbey.