Grimoire rolled off her sunning rock and dropped into a low crouch at the intoxicating scent that took over her actions. The black pupils of her pearlescent eyes shrank into pins as her lips flexed into a malevolent grin. Precious poppet. You smell luscious, Grimoire’s mind sang in delight after realizing the aroma her instincts responded to. Fueled by her addiction to meddling she glided through the grass like water over stone; fluidly and without hesitation. Her merit as a hunter was proven in her ability to keep her red-tinged dorsal side below the surface of tall grass as she wove nearer to the stimulating fragrance.

Merely a seconds seemed to pass before Grimoire’s vision locked onto her gold and chocolate treat. The young female’s movements were oddly beautiful. The delicate, somber way her gold dipped paws stroked the grass in slow motion complimented the undeniable emotional torment etched into her strained features. Her whine was like the note of a song bird, and it made Grimoire’s soul swirl with desire. It carried turmoil in a single, clear tone. She wanted to it to sing for her because she saw an inclining of her own soul in its tumultuous chime. Again, Birdy, Grimoire’s mind buzzed.

Grimoire darted from the grasses, her jaws poised to chomp over the chocolate female’s maw and hold her muzzle on the ground. Or not. Grimoire was hoping not. She was not disappointed; as instinct required when encountering an unexpected object flying at it with high velocity, the younger wolf yelped and dodged. The piercing noise tingled Grimoire’s toes. She pressed her head into the sand loam of the beach, her pale pink eyes pinned on the young wolf while her tail waved above her haunches, waiting for the young bird to flee.