Malevolent lavender eyes pop open when another wolf wanders upon his sleeping form in the autumn leaves and the beast is on his paws before she could take a breath. Massive form looming menacingly, his tail arched threatening above his flanks Mars snarls, snapping his stained bared teeth at the female,chastising her stupidity at waking him. The monster may have been growing older but the evidence of his vitality showed in the dense muscles that rippled and coiled beneath his predominantly alabaster coat, he was as deadly and vicious as ever and this pretty little lady had just made a major mistake.

The beast begins to circle the white wolf, pale lavender eyes scrutinizing her form, studying her with discomforting intensity. Her body so perfectly formed and unblemished by color, just as Arsenic had been, he notes the fact with no particular emotion attached. He had held neither love nor hatred for his mother, she’d been a powerful, dominant creature and he had respected that. It had helped of course that she died before he came into his true size and strength, preventing a case of probable matricide but that was besides the point. This girls color spoke to him, he liked white, in the past it had meant power and his mind, already preoccupied with the upcoming breeding season, latched onto her. He would spawn this winter, and she would help him.

His circling stops abruptly with him face to face with the unknown female and almost as suddenly his strawberry marked face transforms. The already ridiculously handsome features that fate had given him, brightened into something even more enrapturing as he smiles at her. Lavender eyes, that even with his smile fail to lose the demented glimmer, lock onto her icy blue one, so like his fathers, and Mars lets out a low throaty chuckle. “You are mine now.”