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Eyes sweep back and forth over the gathering, noting the different sexes and the different body forms. Many ages were here, from youth his age to older wolves that must be ancient in terms of wisdom. They varied from blacks, browns…white. White. A creamy white blossom lined with an auburn streak. She stood out amongst the crowd, her delicate bodice a beacon to him for some reason. His breath quickens, as his heart pounds within the cavern of his chest. Mind races with images, all centered on the dame more than several fox lengths away. He can see her reclined next to him, asleep within their den, feasting upon something he killed just for her. He can see her bathing in the pool of water in the valley, her eyes trained on him and only him. Eyes…what where they painted in?
Paws move, his strong body launched from the rise to the lower area below. He is amongst the rest within moments, surrounding by a sea of fur, the heat searing. Yet, his brindled frame registers it non as he moves with precise grace. His body undulating with a predatory intent instinctual despite his youth as he seeks her out, her image burned into his retinas. Tongue moistens his lips slipping back into his mouth to resume his panting, a roaring settling within his ears. Everything moves yet they do not. Nothing matters but she and yet as his mind tries to recoil from the absurdness of it all he cannot help the whimper that slips forth. She is not weird. She is not absurd and how dare he think it so.
Time no longer exists as he passes the form of his older sister, never even taking the time to notice. He always wanted to meet her but at the moment she, his blossom is more important. His heart…no…his soul demands that he be near her. That he touch her svelte form, delve into her eyes. Her eyes. What hue were they? Were they two toned? His mind lurched when she came into view and he could do nothing but still. His paws refused to listen to any command given and so he stood frozen, drinking her in. He watched her with an intensity that would scare others, with a hunger that transcended physical limitation. A low growl rumbles from his throat, a throaty sound full of warning. It was meant for everyone that were near her. For all the males. He would fight for her, lay down his life for her and if they did not back up, two year old or not, he will give his all to force them away. She was his and he was hers.
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