Love certainly is complicated. At least for some it is. As for this male, it simply seemed to fall into his paws as easily as a moth to a bright light. Females were so easy to catch; it was almost a sport to him, it seemed. This male was a flirt and nothing but a flirt. And that's all he was thinking about for a while now.
It had been a good week or so since he'd last seen a female. The last one had been funny; yet, as always, he never stuck around long enough to actually get to know them. As for another male wolf, well... He'd had an encounter with one of them not so long ago. As per usual, it didn't end up so well, but it was the regular thing for Renu, it seemed. Get the female and avoid the males.
But today he felt fresh and good, and so was on the hunt. Though not a hunt that most wolves would be on; no. He was on a hunt for a female. Again. But so far his trail had been cold. He'd scented a few, but they seemed to just disappear in front of him suddenly. Today just wasn't his day.
But he was determined, and so he continued his trek through the colorful yellow and orange woods. His ears detected a body of water in front of him; probably a creek or stream since it sounded like it was bubbling over the rocks. The foliage scraped his body as he weaved his way around the many trees and finally arived at the bank.
The creek was clear and reflected the sun brightly off of it's surface, breaking the light into many different shards to create an intricate dance on the top of the water. Underneath the flow were shadows of what he presumed to be fish flitting through the clear liquid. The round pebbles of the creek could be seen as if looking through a window on the bottom.
He took a step forward and a chill ran up his foot and through his spine at the temperature, yet he ignored it and took another step to where only his front paws were in the water, while his hind feet were planted on the ground. Perfect place to flirt, eh? He sure thought so.
It had been a good week or so since he'd last seen a female. The last one had been funny; yet, as always, he never stuck around long enough to actually get to know them. As for another male wolf, well... He'd had an encounter with one of them not so long ago. As per usual, it didn't end up so well, but it was the regular thing for Renu, it seemed. Get the female and avoid the males.
But today he felt fresh and good, and so was on the hunt. Though not a hunt that most wolves would be on; no. He was on a hunt for a female. Again. But so far his trail had been cold. He'd scented a few, but they seemed to just disappear in front of him suddenly. Today just wasn't his day.
But he was determined, and so he continued his trek through the colorful yellow and orange woods. His ears detected a body of water in front of him; probably a creek or stream since it sounded like it was bubbling over the rocks. The foliage scraped his body as he weaved his way around the many trees and finally arived at the bank.
The creek was clear and reflected the sun brightly off of it's surface, breaking the light into many different shards to create an intricate dance on the top of the water. Underneath the flow were shadows of what he presumed to be fish flitting through the clear liquid. The round pebbles of the creek could be seen as if looking through a window on the bottom.
He took a step forward and a chill ran up his foot and through his spine at the temperature, yet he ignored it and took another step to where only his front paws were in the water, while his hind feet were planted on the ground. Perfect place to flirt, eh? He sure thought so.