Ferrum clearwater
Time.
It seemed to slow.
The moment I stepped over the hills peek the most amazing fragrance filtered through my sensitive snout. It was an earthy smell, Pinewood and dirt. Although it seemed weird the scent drew me to it, to a tall black wolf. He was dominant, that I could tell right off the bat.
As my blazing eyes met his frozen ones we both visibly stiffened. We gazed into each other's souls for what seemed like ages, an eternity that I never wanted to end.
'Mate.' We practically purred together.
My wolf, who was in control at the moment, was quickly pushed to the backseat. My hackles were raised within seconds and my muzzle wrinkled into a nasty snarl towards the male. As a rogue, one that is trespassing on pack land, I needed to acted fast before anything could take me by surprise. Also, I wasn't too fond of pack mutts.
The other lupine seemed taken aback by the noise coming from me but, he too, took control over his beast and growled back. An odd but blissful feeling crawled over my fur covered skin at the sound, my wolf wanted to show her neck and roll onto her backside. I didn't let that happen. I stood my ground, my scrunched up muzzle relaxed into its normal way. I stared at him, hues drifting over his massive frame. I could visibly see him shutter wherever my eyes went, and I felt the same way with his gaze.
The male seemed too occupied to hear any of his reinforcements arriving at the scene. I, on the other hand, seen them way before they could get close enough. I wasn't one to dash off but with a group of six pack wolves stalking my way it was enough to have my tail tucking in between my legs and my limbs bolting me away.
My wolf whined, obviously disappointed at my quick retreat.'Go back!'
I grumbled under my breath as I came to a slow halt once enough ground was covered. I looked over my shoulder, no one had followed me. Good. 'We can't... They could easily overthrow us and I won't take that chance... Even if we'd found him.'
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Some time had passed and I was beginning to become hungry. I'd found my clothes by a stream I had left them by and got dressed. I was looking for food while I was out but the brute... the gorgeous brute had distracted me from that.
My wolf kept bugging me over and over again to go back to him. To interact and get to know each other... touch each other. I have to say I was very tempted to do so but I held onto my self control. There was something about him, and that something I wasn't 100 percent about. I could feel power radiating off of him in waves and that thrilled me to no end. He was part of a pack... obviously. The Crescent Pack... the strongest of the 5 packs that live in Alaska and the ones who owned this part of the land.
I began walking toward the shelter I had made not days ago when I first arrived here. My sandy hair fell down my back in waves, my slim yet curvy frame confidently walked through a thicket of trees just a bit off from the streams edge and to my home.
With no luck in finding food I had to pick at my leftovers from yesterday, which wasn't much. The few scrapes of meat I could find didn't fill me up in the slightest way. My wolf grumbled at how we were living.
'We could be living a grand life with our mate if you hadn't of ran off.' She commented bitterly.
"Yeah yeah." I said aloud. "We have no clue who he is and I don't want to take a chance in knowing."
The conversation ended at that. I munched on the last piece of chewy flesh I had partly cooked, the metallic flavor of blood filled my senses. I groaned, the scrapes weren't much but I enjoyed them nonetheless.
With a bored sigh I crawled into my little hut to lay down. I stared at the roof in thought... endless thoughts of the black wolf flooded my mind.
'I wonder what he looks like in his human skin...' I thought to my wolf. In which she answered with a loud dreamy pur.
'Probably just as good as he looked in his wolf form.' That earned a slight chuckle from me.
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