@Tesla - @Corinna as well if Haine's howling woke her up <.<

Silence.

In the pre-dawn light an unremarkable brown wolf slinks through the early morning fog, the gentle crunch crunch crunch of fresh frost breaking beneath creamy paws the only sound of life to be heard. The trees crowd around her eerily, leaves dancing to an invisible breeze bringing the woods alive with ghostly whispers, but that does not deter the woman. The child. The beast.

He must be here somewhere...

Her resolve is slipping, her memories of that final encounter growing fainter, and fainter. The spell is wearing thin...

A black nose falls to push through the leaf litter beneath the icy crust. The scent lights a fire in her soul. Here and there. The forest echoes with the sound of her racing heart, a thunderous boom boom boom that seems to shake the very earth beneath her paws. She needs his touch. His scent. To bask in his power. Her head tips back and she sings a low, lonely song. I am here. she calls to the rising sun. I am here.

Screws loose = understatement. <3

A voice through the mist. The girl bows low, her tail wagging in anticipation. He is here! An anxious whine leaves her chest as her feet pound against the icy ground - her inability to remain still echoing off the trees that surround them. Large ears swivel to pin-point his direction and finally a shadow can be seen approaching through the mist. Master! Master! It sings through her veins, her heart thump thump thumping in her ears. Frantic panting, like an excited puppy she races forward, colliding chest to chest with the approaching male, her head tipping back to lick at his chin, like a frantic child begging for food.

I missed you! I missed you! I need you! her whines seem to sing.

The girl is so desperate to see her missing master that even this poor stranger will suffice. With a final push from her front legs and a particularly sloppy kiss the brown wolf flops to her back submissively, wriggling with her creamy throat exposed tongue still nervously darting between her lips looking to make contact with fur but only finding air. A deep breath is taken before a shaky whine leaves her throat, eyes squeezed tightly shut, still waiting for the sharp pinch of teeth over her muzzle or on her chest. She knows she has crossed masters invisible line, but she will accept her punishment with glee.