“Salem! Salem!”

It was one of the many burdens of having short limbs, he has decided, even his lope not nearly so expansive as that of many of the other wolves that existed about him. Perhaps it was a genetic fault, after all, his sire had been by far ones of the tallest wolves to ever walk and his Mother had hardly been short by any comparison. It was a mystery, truly and yet one Pan, given the time, would have greatly enjoyed studying in an effort to better understand how exactly the characteristics of a parent were passed to a child. He had even found he had almost enjoyed that experiment with Niviaq. It was unfortunate really, that she had been so scarce of late and yet even he had been given to spend large numbers of days within his den and his latest discovery, several of them having not been nearly so grand as he had desired. Perhaps it was simply for the fact his mind was taken up with thoughts of other things, thoughts he had never previously allowed to infiltrate his mentality and yet of late he had found his mind was willing to be consumed by them far too willingly.

Emotions were such trivial things, so frivolous and so wholly beneath him. They were not scientific, they had no true grounding and yet they seemed to be a driving force behind so many things. Maybe he should have dedicated more of his time to their study, maybe his understanding would go beyond this tangle of thoughts that so seemed to incline his mind to attempting to find the very female whom had decided to announce something so very ridiculous to him. She loved him? Why on earth had she never decided to discuss this feeling before? Had it been a sudden thing? Had she been struck with it like a virus or more a steady incline of emotion that she should surely have taken the time to document on an appropriately labelled flow chart.

He is not truly a romantic creature, if only because his mind simply does not understand nor remains capable of comprehending as others do. For all his intelligence the matter of love and affection and emotion has seemingly become buried beneath his facts and figures. Perhaps, had he been given to observe the world round him as closely as he truly believed he had he may well have noticed Salem…..more. He had always been content in her company, had become used to her shadow beside his own over the many years they had known one another and indeed had even found himself to be almost protective of her, annoyed when other males offered her attention, thoughts he had dismissed as merely some form of fault within himself, refusing to acknowledge what may well have existed for several years and had taken Salem’s sudden outburst to bring to light.

Her trail had become stale here, lost within the vast expanse of the field that turned about him, his own jaws parting to utter a bark of sorts once more in an effort to bring the girl to him to further discuss the meaning behind her emotional outburst, gleaming golden pelt aglow within the sun as he waited. Perhaps she had travelled further North, then again, the ground was given to slope in a slightly Western direction and one whom was given to be seeking the easiest path would surely follow the flow of the ground without truly realising the cause behind it. For a moment his own features frowned in this consideration before beginning to move once more in search of the white female whom had declared such unusual things.