The thoughts that swirled like a tornado in his head were coming to a front, much like a hurricane, this was the eye of the storm. All the scents that flooded the common areas, the scents of all the femmes that were in season, it was driving him to the brink of disaster and that was his breaking point. He stalked the shadows, his large frame leaving large paw prints behind in the snow as he moved. It was almost as if he was hunting his prey, stalking to find some girl that would satisfy his deepest desire. He flicked his ears, his tail curling upward on his body, he moved with intent towards the grotto’s cave systems.

The smell intensified, as if there was a female in heat here in the caves of the grotto. He felt an intense growl deepen in his chest, one of desire. Ahead of him there was a mottled girl in appearance, blues, greys, blacks. She seemed to be tired as she leaned against the walls, but the scent intensified and it was making him go crazy. He moved closer, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, panting as he got closer to her. Oh just the smell. Lordy. He got close enough to where he reached out, nipping lightly against her rear leg. He could definitely tell he was related to his father, seeing as the thought of getting what he wanted no matter what he had to do, made him more excited than he could imagine.