He had met her in such an odd land, and he had not stopped thinking about her since. She said that he was her imprint, and he certainly held the same drive to see her as he previously did the other woman. She was...very different than the first though. So different. He had to find her again.
Eventually he caught onto her scent. It led to the fields. Honestly, he wandered all around to try and catch her scent again. It was like an addiction. He needed to see her and he didn’t understand why. It was not like he felt for Grim, she was a different primal feeling. He held a resentment last time for his imprint. He felt it was out of his control but he fell into it anyway. This was similar and yet...this woman was much more desirable.
He found himself at the edge of the field now. He knew about packs and borders. He was not a complete idiot. He didn’t know a lot, but he knew enough. The large brute of white, black, and gold found himself grumpily sitting at the edge of the border, sniffing the scent of the alpha and grunting. The woman he wants is here, how is he supposed to get to her?
He rolls in the grass for a moment before he lifted up his large boxy head. He supposed he had little to no choice but to announce himself since he doesn’t know exactly where she is and he can’t just go running in there quite yet. It was frustrating to know and he felt his tail twitching in irritation. He was never much of a patient man. He then lifts his dawk touched jaw to the sky for but a moment, and made a very short deep call, one that hopefully will only lure her,.
Stella x Lucian ~ 42in/210lbs
Segin