Rush

It was pleasantly warm the father south he went, as much as he felt more at home in the cooler northern region he had to admit he was much more fond of the southern area?s climates. The prairie was much lusher than he was used too, very green, very alive. Scents swirled around him, flora and the faded scents of prey and masked under it all was the oh so alluring scent of a woman. He would salivate slightly doing his best to adjust his course to find her.
He was not making any effort to mask his approach, the sounds of paws crunching though plants would no doubt alert her, and would draw her attention to him. A form rose up before her, a silver dame only a slight bit large than he, but he was still growing, and a year or two older than him.
She stopped and seemed to seek him out, with a sly grin he slid around her sidestepping ever closer till he was in front of her, just a little too close. ?Looking for anyone?? He said, sickly sweet lyrics dripping ominously from his tongue.