Basic Actions, Primal Needs

Nako's tail hung low as he crested the ridge leading down into the gully. The trip from the south had been taxing at the pace he had pushed himself, wanting to just curl up in his den and sleep away the aching his limbs. But it wouldn't dull the other need that he found himself craving after politely denying Renhetts advances. He sought Marina's scent as he went farther down the Gulley's creek, all the while hoping that their children would be away long enough should she entertain his request. How desperate Nako was to have this itch scratched he was almost quaking in anticipation as he got closer. Anxious paws stepped up to the entrance of Marina's den, relieved to find that pups were away with a few sniffs. Strangely calmer than a moment ago Nako called down to his once mate. "You there Marina?" Physically the male was fine, but inside his mind he was writhing with apprehension as the demons of his addiction clawed their way to the center of his thoughts.