The king of wolves strode proudly into the depths of the glade, tender nose sniffing the air at the scent of distant brutes before peering over his shoulder for his beautiful, loving mate.
Today they planned to continue on their line, alongside their love and pass it on to the next generation. With a looming war, he wanted to have filled every dream he ever had, for no one was safe when the enemy appeared.
"Trig," he called, nuzzled her red tipped side lovingly "stick close...I don't trust some of these brutes."