Little more than that has interested the brute since his arrival until the onslaught of winter. The algid climates bringing with them the sweet odour of estrus as many more females than he could have ever imagined have come into heat. He senses them with each territory that he crosses, from the fields to the valley and every outcropping in between. It was nearly maddening to the point that he would do whatever it took to get himself a female, or perhaps two, for the season.
Never had he partook in the carnal desires of winter in his previous year and yet the lust was insatiable this time. How could he deny it for any longer? With testosterone running rampant within his system he jogged onward, nothing less than a rather large ego and a sinful need for carnal pleasure weighing heavily upon his scheming mind. He knew not where he was heading, only that the scent he had targeted was now leading to a mountainous crag in which many caverns had been crafted at the base.
There was nothing in this mortal world that could deter him from his victim now, her perfume abundant in the air, teasing him to go ever closer and to seek what desirous creature may be the prize. An eager, pale cream eye pries into the darkness as he enters it, fur bristling onto their ends as the anticipation rises with each step. And suddenly as if she were a haunt to these caves, she appeared to him, brilliant in her snow coloured form like a beacon in the darkness. The dashes of blood drawing him ever closer to her without a word spoken, his intentions rather clear as his tail rises dominantly once he is before her.
