Tuktu Hinterlands Bet you won't

After his dispute with Amalia over Bear, Void needed to blow off some steam. He raced away from the sunspires, ripping through what grass and plants were left. He wanted to hunt. He wanted to kill. His body was itching for action, his claws itching for blood. He knew he should ignore the feeling. He was trying to grow away from his older intentions. But the urge was too strong.

He ran for days, killing prey along the way, barely sleeping. So when he reached the hinderlands and caught the scent of another wolf, the sleep-deprived battle hungry state of himself made him pull himself in their direction.

He spotted her, a white wolf, quite the opposite of himself, and female too. Though female heat season was coming soon and the best idea for a man out for a mate around this time would be to attempt to seduce her, his brain was wired on battle.

The female was no more than a girl, not even one year in age, Void assumed. So she wouldn't even be in heat this season. Despite this she was giant. Not tall, but her build was massive. Quite like his own though through her fur he couldn't tell if she had muscle like himself.

He let out a low growl, slowly padding up to her, body pressed low to the snow-covered ground.