Earth to wind and clay

Quote:A disturbance in the wind broke the Lupin from his revere, and the large brute found himself pausing, an ebony nose raised to the wind. He caught the scent of a fae somewhere in the distance by the bay front, where the wind pushed against the water and brought the scent of her mixed with the salt of the sea. He could catch the heavy aroma of hormones that accompanied a creature in the state of pregnancy. He could also taste on the wind, although mild and faint, the scent of other wolves. He perked his ears in curiosity, had he intruded upon the lands of a pack? But no, he caught no trace of a packs scent marking here.


Curiosity aroused the old wolf made his way towards the warm aroma of the other, not pausing until the timber wolf was within his line of sight, and he within hers. He wasn?t far from her at this point, not close enough to startle but easily within voicing distance without the need to shout or cry out. It was here that he seated his rump against the earth and lolled his tongue past his fangs to taste the sharpness of the sea that carried on the wind.
?Greetings stranger, I?m not intruding am I??
His voice was soft, but strong in the air as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side and waited for the other to reply.


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