Magic of a gift

He was certain she wasnt aware of what would transpire tonight. That her body sent out signals to him that she was ready to become a mother, a slave to her womb. That his seed would solidify her bodies maturity.

He finished a last check of the beach, satisfied that she hadn't left the island. His head then turned towards the forests. Could she see him from where she waited silently? It was a little thought in the back of his mind that perhaps she had turned his hunt into her own hunt as well. Females weren't always easy to predict when they came into season. He turned and moved towards the forested part of the island. He was fully aware that she could have chosen to move into their denning area when he finally had gone out to hunt her but he wanted to search the whole island first. He moved through the undergrowth with heavy footfalls. It was to scare her out of hiding if she heard. Then the real fun could begin. He could chase her at a leisurely pace until she became exhausted. It was a hunting strategy he had developed long ago.

He kept his nose to the ground and his hellish gaze on the paths ahead of him. Silence was all she would hear from him except for the falls of his paws. Though he carefully avoided any debris in his path. He gave a smirk as a fresh scent of her floated on the breeze. She was close he felt.