He didn’t often come here. It was a bit too far from the Rise for his liking. But still, wander he would. Why he had come this way, he had little reason. No ties, no responsibilities. But eventually, perhaps on his way back, he would need to stop in amongst the Cedar trees he had called his home for a time and he would call for Jayse, and hope that she would come. Then he might pass back down by the Willows to see if the little tawny one was still intent on running away, maybe even make the journey up the mountain to see how his mountain princess faired...

It was easy to get turned about in a place like this. He was sure more than one wolf had become lost here. It was peaceful, in its own way. But he was a wolf who liked to see the sky, and the stars, and feel the sun on his fur. All these trees were a little oppressive for such a free creature as he.

In fact, it was so closed in he wasn’t entirely sure where the sun sat in the sky... If it were in the sky at all... His pondering was interrupted by a most enticing scent. A female had passed by here recently... Giving himself a shake to loosen any twigs or leaves in his fur he put his nose down to seek her out. Perhaps this journey wouldn’t be a waste of time after all...

The white girl nearly plowed right into him and a smirk crossed his face. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, and he took a small step backwards to take her in more fully. She was young, that much was clear, a yearling to be exact. She was tall, yes, although she still had some growing to go. She stammered as she introduced himself and a smile danced across his features. The young ones were easier than the older, although it would take some time... he was patient when he needed to be.

He took a moment. The girl seemed disoriented, and she probably didn’t realise how close she was to stumbling on to one of the beautiful little hidden pockets in this dense and gnarled thicket. “Valiant.” He responded, his deep voice smooth as he stepped forward, and past the young girl, so close that their coats almost mingled, but not quiet. He sniffed deeply, finding the soft, floral scent he had been following before he caught hers. He looked over his shoulder and his soulful honey eyes met her brilliant blues and he nodded. Indicating she should follow him.

He pushed through the banches, careful to make sure they didn’t swing back and hit the young girl in the snout. There was a patch of light just ahead, and he made room for her to join him. Laid out before them was a small glade of flowers, still blooming in the last of the warmth. Soon they would be covered with snow. “Is this what you were looking for?” He questioned, watching the girls face closely for her reaction.

An arrogant smirk crossed the silvery males face as he processed her words then stepped forwards, allowing the branches he had been so politely holding back to swing out on a course straight for her face. It would be a miracle if the stinging branches did not find their mark.

The delicate flowers moved around his paws gently. It was such a shame that soon they would vanish beneath a heavy blanket of snow. Already, some spots were showing damage caused by the early frosts. His nose lowered to sniff at the intoxicating scents while the bitch behind him ranted on. There would be life lessons for this one. Hard ones at that.

The silvery wolf seemed to have a strange fascination with flowers. They never really bloomed where he was born, not like they did here, in rolling expanses that stretched almost as far as the eye could see... Her disregard for the breathtaking sight only reinforced that the girl was well and truly already on the path to craziness that he seemed to be a magnet for. Best to get this over with quickly.

A dangerous glint entered his eyes as her nagging words fell on deaf ears. A slightly sinister smile passed his face and every inch of his being turned predator, and danger rolled off his silvery coat. He was far from a small wolf, and in far better shape than she. His large head swung in her direction. He could break her with a few well placed bites, but he would give her a moment to rethink her next moves carefully before he stained the glade with her blood.

He wasn’t a smart wolf, no. Really he was about as thick as two short planks, but it seemed to work in his favour most of the time. Unable to comprehend what had the girl so riled, he parroted back at her in a high pitched sing-song voice, an ugly sneer painted on his lips “Time is the greatest tee-cher.” She could try all she wished to rile the man, but time was on his side. He had seen all the tricks and knew them inside out. This little bitch was all his to torment, to work her into a rage. It was his name she would be cursing until she died.

He pushed then, not a hint of anger in his blood, but the simple need to assert himself as her senior. Raising himself to his full height, his tail whipped high in challenge. He wasn’t above handing a girl her arse when she deserved it and boy was this little bitch well overdue for a spanking. He stepped forwards, into her space, pushing and testing... Provoking her, trying to get her to lash out at him, so then he would be justified in retaliation.

He was sick to fucking death of loony bitches, perhaps he’d been going about it the wrong way all along? Maybe they needed to be put out of their misery...