Tiptoe Through the Window

ORWYND
everyone who isn't me is an enemy

Paradise confirmed the rumors that painted the picture of Orwynd’s fantasy. He had been in the far Northern lands for the last several years after an exploration as a teenager brought him here from his birthplace in the Northwest. Now, as a mature male, he was far more than ready to see what both the East Coast and its inhabitants had to offer him.

"I plan on returning to the South in the Spring, but I'm not sure where in the South yet. A pack took residence in the lands I had been staying in since I came here as a pup, so."

Orwynd turned his ear to listen to the she-wolf and released a pleased grunt. Perhaps he would visit her in the South after her wanderlust side had been soothed and he could try his paw at tending to a different ache should she allow it. “From what I can tell you'll enjoy the North while you're here.” His deep voice rumbled as they walked. “You’ve got a voyaging look about you. Perhaps you’ll find a reason to stay past Spring? At least for a while.” Orwynd suggested, watching curiously as she pressed her lithe body under a pine tree branch. The needles scraped through her vibrant fur and the male couldn’t help but imagine it was his teeth sifting through her fiery hair. Orwynd half expected the green foliage to sizzle at her touch.

He was fantasizing about the act when her voice startled him from his thoughts. He cleared his vision and focused on the beasts just ahead. Her ignorance of the creatures gave him an opportunity to not only teach, but impress her with his knowledge as well. “Sort of.” He said, predatory eyes instinctively sighting in on the injured male as he limped after the rest of his small herd. “They’re caribou. Think of them as deer with an attitude problem and an affinity for long distance running.” He snickered, coiling his muscles as he advanced to a trot. The two hungry wolves were in for a long pursuit and he was sure Paradise would enjoy the sights and experience as they ran down their meal. “Hope you can keep up.” Orwynd teased over his shoulder as the herbivores spotted the predators. As they galloped away with fearful snorts and rolling white eyes, adrenaline seared Orwynd’s veins. Ancient instinct propelled the wolf into an all out sprint. In frenzied excitement his paws ate up the ground. The hunt was on.