High Hawk Season

The femme had gotten complacent in the desert. She had let down her guard and the result was an approaching wolf. She stopped and wheeled around to face what was undeniably a monster of a wolf. She knew there was no hope of fighting him,although there was always a chance of running. She did neither and instead howled to him in greeting, very unusual for an abrasive wolf like herself,but her heat had made her curious of the male. Maybe he wouldn't hurt something as small as her if she showed him subordination He was truly a sight to behold. Huge in every manner of the word and decorated with scars that told of a lifetime of battles. She of course matched him in number of scars, but she doubted she could match him in story. She had never actually been in a fight with another wolf, and had gained most of her scars chasing down birds and from getting lost in brambles. But this wolf, this wolf must have had countless stories to tell. She howled again, beckoning him closer this time as she rolled onto the ground and turned her belly toward the sky.

Speech!