Breathe Me

The ebony male listened Intently on the surrounding area he had happened to come across. A long, dark scar surrounded his right side as pain shot through him every time he ran. The young brute loved to run; it was in his nature. He had fun to run and just be one with the other animals that roamed the lands, but this lush, emerald grassland caused him to smile and just be happy with himself. He looked around as the smell of another wolf entered his nostrils, a pup that seemed to be a couple months younger than he was. He could make out the white and grey around her back as well as ears and soon was sitting beside her before he even had a chance to blink.

His heterochromatic optics of emerald and topaz met her own and he soon turned his head away in a shy manner. He couldn't help but think that she was pretty.