Virile Doyen

Chap. 2

  Some more old-fashioned than others, werewolves tend to have simpler lives in contrast to the modern human, such as following what their flesh want. So much so, that they will mate in the very moment the urge arises in front of whomever, wherever. Those sorts of groups usually have battles to the death for places of power and, typically, believe technology hinders, rather than enhances, life and only wear clothes necessary for protection, etcetera. Of course, like the wild, females do not always just comply in occurrences such as random acts of pleasure so disagreements can arise. Sometimes, tribes believe the only way to settle these disagreements are through physically-won dominance. Of course, everywhere is different with similarities in werewolf culture but these morals vary amongst tribes.
  Years ago, Ruby was taught in her school about variations of cultures in wolf tribes that still exist, most civilized than not, but seeing this rogue made her wonder about his upbringing and if it were like the less than civilized type she'd learned about. Her nostrils flared at the long-forgotten smell of a shared species she had not encountered for so long. She could now recognize what those strange, lingering pheromones were that had been omitting from this guy. His scent had intensified when he'd seen her in both forms, only then did it allow remembrance for Ruby. She never had any social interaction with others of her kind outside of her tribe, nonetheless a rogue and judging from his strong attention and assertiveness onto her, she remained wary and conscious of his movements. Her chest felt tight at his scent of her kind but it was fleeting, the familiarity giving way to nostalgia. For a moment, her thoughts flickered to her parents but quickly, she brought herself back to the moment, feeling a lingering hurt remain.
  With her thoughts running a mile a minute, she noticed the male dive for her person a millisecond too late. Thrown backwards onto the hard ground, her breath left her hard and she immediately turned back to wolf. It happened before Dean expected it, giving her the window to escape during his surprise. Being as she is not a normal werewolf, with her undeterred ascendancy no opposition could overcome and the added thickened skin from living in the wilderness, Ruby was ready for anything. Without hesitation, she sprung into a sprint on all fours; feeling as if she was flying, the balls of her feet pushing off the ground with every stride. Her eyes scan for a break in the dark wilderness, somewhere the rogue wouldn't chase her through but finding nothing but more forest.
  Tuning her ears, she heard Dean's pursuit behind her: galloping with sounds of his pants underneath his gait. Zooming past trees as if they were merely a nuisance, they entered into an open, big field where a herd of deer grazing at the edge of the expanse on the far side, scampered and disappeared into the woods, frightened. At this point she had reached the spot the deer had previously been when something extremely peculiar happened.
Thunk! Ruby's ears perked at the noise of a body hitting the ground. She whipped around, sensing her predator's chase has come to an end. Albeit, she was at least one hundred feet away, her perfect canine vision enabled her to see Dean trying to rise by pushing himself up with his quivering legs but was unable to, falling back onto his stomach face-down, once again, at the other side of the clearing. He grunted, angry and managed a barely-there growl that quickly depleted into nothing.
  Ruby's eyes roved onto the source of Dean's struggle sitting atop the wolf's back and her eyes widened slightly when she saw the impediment keeping him restrained. Impediment as in, the biggest wolf Ruby had ever seen. She'd known her prior threat was big for his size as a wolf but he looked like a cub underneath this creature. He was massive and sitting atop Dean as if he was a doormat, a comical sight if it hadn't been a dangerous situation. Without so much of a warning, Ruby's wolf began urging her closer to the threat. Urged her so forcibly that Ruby took two swift steps before she hastily came to a stop.
Always the faithful, trusty companion, Ruby has never had any doubts about her wolf's will. They'd always understood each other on an inconceivable level but this behavior was making Ruby apprehensive and questioning her wolf's judgement. Although Ruby wanted to turn around and flee, especially now that her wolf was having a strange reaction to the scene before her-or rather, the wolf , before her; her canine companion fought her, causing Ruby to be at a stand-still.
  A whimper rings through the air right as Ruby notices the breaking dawn through the trees. Her surroundings are sprinkled in pink from the new day when she notices Dean is unconscious and the mammoth of a wolf is crawling off him and nearer to her. The battle with her wolf had been at an equal playing field until he'd begun closing the distance between them. His scent became more apparent and tantalizing to her wolf, and almost with zero control of her body, Ruby took a solid step closer to the unknown creature. Looking especially dangerous, his wolf was a stark, solid black and his growl-intermingled breaths escaped on every pant with his big paws creating heavy thunks as they hit the ground as he made slow, careful steps directly to her. Panting from the run, stuck in her spot, wrestling with her wolf's insistence to run after him, all Ruby could do was watch as he got closer, confused and afraid.

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