Leaving on a mayday

Anatole Aston · 01-20-2012, 02:24 PM

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(237) Sorry for the delay! I will try and spree with you now, though. XD

The night with the seductive woman had left his mind in a state of primeval delight. He had not known her name, nor did he truly care for it now. Pheromones had kept his mind carefully blank, driven only by instinct and the drives of all men. When they had finished he had left her, for better or worse, and begun the trek back to AniWaya. He rolled in fresh snow to wash away the sex-scent, and licked himself clean afterwards. Anatole reeked only of his own musk, still hot-to-trot from the liaison of the previous night, and the pack with whom he now resided in. The destination was not far now, and he did not tarry to hunt or fill any other need. He would sleep when he returned, and he would sleep well.

He did not intend to cut so close to the unfamiliar pack’s border, but the mistake was recognized quickly. Anatole veered away from the scents, though he slowed to inspect them. Two females led here, and they were both older than he. Several other scents dotted the area, but he did not have the patience to sort through them. He could smell that this was one of the peculiar scents on AniWaya’s borders and had he been a wiser wolf, he might have recognized why. Instead, he lifted his head and continued on his way, moving quickly as to avoid any problems.

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