venom

It was the wet winter rain that sprinkled down upon his ivory form. Slight irritation clouded his usual happy attitude, his thick fur beginning to dampen and stick to his form. A soft sigh passed from the yearlings maw, hoping that the cover of the trees would lessen the amount of water that settled on his fur. The cover of the trees allowed slight covering, although he still was getting damp. A huff sounded as he shook his bodice, ridding some the liquid that clung to him. He wanted to find somewhere out of this rain, the chill of winter would make him surly catch a cold.

The whisperings of the forest teased his ears with something of a calmer matter, of naps during the cold winter days. Longing to join the little creatures, he hunted for a place to remain dry. A hollowed log caught his attention, bringing a small smile to his black lippids. Trotting over, he was about to crawl in when an ash and ivory form caught his attention. Oh, so this area was already claimed? His desperate need to get out of the rain made him clear his throat. He could tell from the scent that it was a female who had lay claim to his hiding hole. "Is there room for one more, m'lady?" He asked in his usual gentlemanly manner. Dipping down his white head, his golden eyes taking in her wondrous form. The young wolf knew without a doubt that he had stumbled upon a beautiful lady. Just his luck.