She is the fire that burns through his veins, the spirit that brings the wolf peace and the hunger that sates the beasts thirst. Looking at her now, he cannot manage to thank the gods enough that he was the first to come upon her that day in the common lands. She may have brought him through hell and back, but the gleam in her mismatched eyes as they rose to met his own fierce green is enough to proclaim to him the match. Golden eyes glitter behind green as she taunts him, swinging her hips into his muzzle, causing him to shift his lead so as not to step on her heels. Her light girlish laughter rings through his ears, causing him to lift his own muzzle and release a bugle of his own.

Thick legs plow into the sands as he shifts his weight and darts beneath her tail, yellowed teeth nip at her haunches again before he draws up alongside her, forelimbs thrashing out as though he were fighting through the thickest boughs of snow. "I'll show you old little queen." he taunts, using the weight of his body to shift her towards the surf, letting the cool waters splash across their sweaty figures. He tosses his head high, his steps prancing as he slows his gait, angling his body to match her own. "Not afraid to get a little wet are you?" he teases kicking a foreleg out to strike at the waves and splash water up over them both.