Fire and Ice

My my, what had he stumbled upon here? A fair maiden, a damsel in distress? Ha! Such a laugh. The brute let his icy blue orbs trail over the female's form as he settled himself into a nice little spot to watch the show. Oh what a pity. Oh what a horrible little shame. A poor poor little pack wolf running into a spot of trouble with a rogue. A twisted grin would cross the black muzzle of the male. The female was a looker at least. A wonderful little possession to add to a collection. Ah but manners manners. This little gem was not his to take. Although, should his dearest brother loss his edge and the female not learn her place, he had no problem at lending the dashing male a hand.

This female would resist. Ah the flicker of spirit. The fire of defiance! Oh what a wondrous show this would be. It would fill this part of his day with entertainment. Oh yes, such interesting entertainment. He could tell what the brute's intention was as he went at the female. A shame, really, that the effort could not be pushed further. What would break this female more than a possible pregnancy? Pups of a man that she did not love? Oh tragedy! What would the pack think? But alas this woman was not in her season. Although this did not necessarily mean his dearest handsome brother here couldn't pay the little lady another visit.

So with eager eyes the brute would watch, scenting the blood, sensing the fury! It was all so...

Beautiful.