Mindless, Meaningless

He had missed for a moment, that she belonged to pack. He had been lost in the sweet smell of her heat, and it took him a moment but finally he caught the scent of the pack. It was a different scent from the one whose borders he had recently escaped, which was intriguing to him. She spoke of exploring and then a ?he?, which peaked his interest. Was she not out here alone?

Before he could broach the subject, however, she spoke again and asked why he was out here. He waited a moment before strolling closer to her, stepping evenly, and keeping his posture neutral. He stopped close to her, close enough that her scent was almost overwhelming, and close enough that he could feel the heat radiating through her body, and then he spoke.

?He? Are you not alone, my dear?? He practically purred, as he smiled coyly at her. A few moments of silence would go between the two and again he would speak, his voice coming in a gentle sigh. ?I belong to no pack. I am simply a wanderer.? The last part was a lie, but this pretty young thing didn?t need to know what monster she was chording with, she?d probably attempt to run away and then he?d have to chase her and that would be a waste of time. He knew then that he?d have her. He?d claim her tonight. His body shaked with the anticipation of it.