The sun laid a gentle glow of orange across the kingdom, its veil of sunlight having broken through the opaque clouds that loitered above like a ghostly presence. The weather’s change was strongly relevant to Aurora Borealis, who had undertaken vast amounts of stress in the few days passing. But as the darkness and anger melded into light, it seemed to trigger a sense of hope. Leila basked in this sense of reassurance, knowing that the drama that had unsettled the land had dissolved in the peaceful kingdom she knew and loved. And so, she felt no betrayal as she crossed the borders.

Slender limbs reach Blossom Field with a delicate fluency and a skilful quickness that consumed little time. Her body remained still and tensed, eyes searching for any wolves she may have already found herself acquainted with but it seemed that there were none. Leila’s ashen muzzle lifted in a velvety laughter, realising that she would indulge herself into new, and intriguing company. As she searched, her ripe pumpkin eyes fell upon one male in particular. And those ripe pumpkin eyes widened in momentary surprise. He was such a strange creature. His structure was unlike any other she had seen before, certainly she had heard of such breeds before but never in her life had she ever laid eyes on one. Leila knew that the Kingdom of Cold Summers was vastly occupied by these maned kings and so wondered if he was in fact a part of the pack.

She played a sweet smile upon her dark kissers as the young dame advanced towards the bizarre creature. Her limbs lifted and fell, slowly entering Blossom Field. Leila was enveloped in a powerful scent of flora, it crept up her pelt, entwining within each strand of hair as they flew freely in the sweet-smelling breeze. She inhaled sharply, almost startled with the many fragrances. Her pace was slow, limbs moving steadily across the ground. Her ripe, orange eyes fell upon his fiery bodice, pinning him to her gaze. Thuds of delicate paws never ceased until she reached him, still occupying the little smirk of playfulness.

Height dominated everything. That was the first thing she noticed, her ripe lanterns trailing up his lengthy pistons, stockings dyed with black. Though his structure seemed graceful, Leila assumed that somewhere within them there were adroit muscles – ready to stalk, pounce and kill. Her stargazer’s trailed up is mighty frame, resting up the blackness of his ‘mane’ before following onto his equally fascinating head. The cranium was almost carved to a fox’s, with perked ears that were massive! She barely had enough will power to drag her gaze as his unusual body became more and more apparent.

Putting the surprise behind her, Leila smiled. “Hey hot stuff, what you doin’?” She purred, sweetly battering her eyelids at the long stilted creature. Her gaze never left him. The stranger fascinated her, swept her off her feet by just standing, being the creature that he was…

He didn’t have to know that though.


oh darling, won't you dance with me?