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The cool water drenched his parched throat and reinvigorated him, lapping away at his paws and the residual pleasure that thrummed through his body. He still smelt of female and he relished in the aroma, taking deep breaths in between gulps of water as if the scent alone could transport him back in time. He didn't know what it was about the opposite sex that enthralled him so, but something about them drove him wild with need beyond what is normal for a wolf. He felt it eat away at him, even in Spring and Summer when males and females did not much intertwine, and it only grew increasingly more potent with the onset of the cold season and the first snow. He was, however, sated for the moment and so only basked in what was without desiring it for the present.

Malignus was startled from his reverie by a black figure emerging from his left. The lithe shadow paused to investigate him before slipping into the waves a little way from where he stood, lowering her own head to the reflective surface. He turned to watch her, letting his hungry eyes follow her curves, noting how slender and supple she was, her fine pelt blowing in the slight breeze. She was young and easy on his vision, and he drank her in like the water that dripped from his whiskers, forgotten as it splashed back into the lake below. Suddenly his hunger was back and as pressing as if he had never before fed. He grinned and began to approach her, moving steadily and with ears lowered, his persona non-threatening. She was watching him steadily, and he could sense that she was on edge, even though her muscles were uncoiled beneath her raven-hued pelt.

The water swirled noisily around him as he approached, and he paused politely a few feet from her, his canines gleaming as he smiled, “Why, hello there darling. I couldn't help but notice your pretty face join me for a drink...” he trailed off and bent to take a few licks of the sweet lake, attempting to put her at ease in his presence, even though he no longer thirsted for aqua alone. Upon finishing, he licked his lips and feigned surprise, “Pardon me, darling! I didn't even ask your name, or whether you minded me drinking here! Forgive my rudeness. I am Malignus,” at this he bowed low, “and very pleased to make your acquaintance. If I may ask, is it just thirst that brings you to these parts tonight?”

OOC: again a little low on muse, sorry about shortness, will improve