YOUNG LOVER'S RAGE

His time with the ivory dame had been erotic, wonderful, and absolutely meaningless to him. Would he do it again? Without hesitation. One could imagine his surprise when a familiar voice reached his ears, from the small meal of a hare he had been enjoying, his head would rise, looking off into the distance that it came from. Sighing, he glanced at his meal, and finished off the last couple of bites before pushing himself to his paws, and sauntering towards the sound.

His eyes weren't dissapointed by the beauty, and a chuckle grew on his jaws. "Did you miss me so much you called again so soon, my dear?" His words would be low, the tone pitching for seduction as he stepped towards her, coming in an attempt to come up beside her, winding his ivory pelt alongside her own pallid features. He took a deep breath, aware that something was off about her scent, though he couldn't quite place it.