Love Love Love

He stood at the mouth of her den, his fur soaked through by rain. The storms had been the main reason he had wanted to stay out of the east but now they seemed appropriate. He hadn’t seen Philomena since their discussion on her pups and now it felt as though he should have. Her hawk had told him of what had happened before his challenge, and cruelly he had decided to give her the space she most likely desired.

Now he felt he had given her enough time. He gave a soft bark, calling her to meet him and alert her that he was there. He shivered in spite of the cold rain, his heart aching for the woman who he intended to make his mate. He wondered if he still intended that and quickly pushed the thought away. Now was not the time.

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