That day in the grotto resonates forever in my mind. The way that my silver-blue eyes had turned upon the lighter figure and my heart stuttered to a stop. To my insouciant mind she had been glorious, a beautiful figure with a lovely color to compliment it, but I was too bullheaded to go dragging myself over to her in front of the group. I wasn't sure what happened at first - it wasn't like me to turn down a chance to flirt with a female, especially one such as her, but I felt not like flirting then but begging. Begging for a moment of her time, a touch from her, a brush of our shoulders. I think it was that which finally knocked some sense into me. I left them behind in a flurry then, trying my best to remain aloof and poised as I always was but glancing over my shoulder a last time before I left to make sure I could see her again.

What is this feeling inside of me? I hadn't heard anything about it and that whole day I spent fretting over whether she had thought I was stupid for rushing out. She didn't even KNOW me. What the hell was wrong with me to act like this? I grew angry at myself, a feat of tremendous effort as I was particularly keen on myself, and ended up going on a hunt to try and distract myself. I could feel a throbbing sensation in my chest with each movement that took me further from the cave. The next day it was like there was a homing beacon attached to my heart and my lean paws took me traveling in the direction that called to me before I realized what I was doing. Foolish.

So I made an effort to ignore this thing in my chest, confused about how the hell this had happened - I bet she was some witch - and went about my days as a mercenary. I was excellent at it, my tracking skills far superior than others. Today, that, along with this burning in my chest, is what drives me.

I've decided I need to see her and speak with her. The thought has been tantalizing me for a while but appearing too soon might be creeperish and I wished to avoid any undue hesitation from the lovely female. If anything, I wanted only to see her smile and to regain my self control. I find her scent rapidly, mostly because this connection guides me. To my mind, it is cheating, but there isn't much I can do about it. I huff, blowing out my cheeks before following her path at a sedate pace. There is much to be learned by scent - health, age, gender. I knew most of it but still I breath it in with an open mouth and wide eyes.

Does she know I am coming? I figured I would find out as I weave between trees, my athletic figure picking up the pace so I can cut the distance between us. I see a flash of light gray ahead of me, my ears flicking back in triumph at having sighted her, and I feel a flash of devilry come over me. I jolt into a run, my quiet figure now making plenty of noise as I rush towards her with my ears cocked back and a grin on my face. So much for being smooth and casual. I plan to overtake her, to nip at her rump and then fly past, pausing long enough only to give her a slow look that dares her to give chase. Surely she must feel the same thing I feel?