Black Tip

He had left his family side yet again. Hopefully in search of well nothing. Tail held above his back as he moved through. He was the son of Kalaber.Like his father he was the only son. Like his sisters he was now 3 years old.He yawned as he treked the through the grass.

Temptation

Just days out of reach of her first birthday, the tiny framed enchantress flowed delicately into the fields. Long tender legs fitted with tiny delicate feet. A stomach that seemed to naturally corset itself into a lean figure of a walking athlete. Her eyes where bright silver with a thread rim of gold around the edges. Her body a glossy coal black that reflected ever so brightly in the sun, like a ore bathed by the ever caressing nature of a creek.

But her name fit her well for the foxy look that she held upon her stayed strong, even while not in the presence of a male. Oh, and when she did catch sight of the handsom brute did her face ever brighten. At first she gave no approach, just a smile and the lower of her head. Banner lifted up with a few unplanned wags before her head snaked back up upon her shoulders. Eyes still gleaming, coins dazzleing in their case as she gave the brightest of all smiles. "Well hello there..." She said, the voice of tender honey hinted with the spice of temptation filtered from her lips as her tongue set out to dance a little. When brought back in, her teeth showed slightly in grin then hid as she made her way forth to the brute.

Sauntering, throwing full weight into the working limb, she made her way toward him. Eyes burning with fire that wanted, or seemed to yern for, taming. Growing close she began a circle, tail flickering here and there, her hackles stayed down as if she knew the brute well. "What is such a handsome brute, such as yourself, doing on an outing all by himself? Surely one so mighty should be followed by a mistress, no?" She said, her voice again lulling out. Gently as a lulliby the words did slither out.

Black Tip

He stopped when his nose picked up another scent and he growled lightly his fur bristling. He then watched the female.I have no mistress i have just come out here in search of others to join my fathers packhe growled.

Temptation

Her soft expression turned into that of a passion rose. Eyes blazing ever strongly as she continued to circle him. tail held high as she paced herself. She couldn't help but give off her sheepish giggle. "You're father's pack? Why not your pack? You don't... seem to be the type to take orders from someone. Oh no, I see something much stronger in you, yes." She said, bodice growing ever closer to his, flicking her tail towards his chest before retreating to her original circle path.

Black Tip

He snorted and watched her and growled when she came closer.I may not take orders but he is my father and I love him, He is stronger then me and I don't want to be the leaderHe said growling.

Temptation

Silver globes flickered up to him at his words, and a very disappointed look crossed her expression. "How sad is that..." She said somewhat distraught. Her eyes flickering disapproval. "You take orders from him, you love him, but what happens when you want to bear young of your own? Only the alpha can have pups no?" She smiled, now turning into a satanic charm. "In our pack, we are allowed to breed with special permission. So that blood can continue to circulate." Her path finally stopped in front of him. Eyes locked onto his own, she would show no submission.

Black Tip

He growled. he listened fully to what she spoke and he laughed.Thats sad because i can breed when and who ever i want to breed to I don't need permissionHe growled.His fangs bared.

Temptation

She paused, flicking her head up and brushing her tail from side to side. "So your father does not follow the traditions of the wild wolf huh? Understandable, nothing is how it use to be. I have only heard tales, but nothing more." There was a moment of pause and she lowered her head. "And you shall find no one, you are stuck up and rude." She said plainly, thinking not of what he could do to her.

Black Tip

he growled now baring his fangs.Oh please your pathetic, What the hell you want anyways?He growled so tempted to lung at her.or maybe even attempt to breed with her.

Temptation

Mama, we all go to hell....

Eyes narrowed at his comment and she simply smiled, now sitting down with her head held even with his. "It is not I who is pathetic. And I thought you would have been the kinder, It seems I was proven wrong. You shall die a lonely old wolf with no pups if you keep up your act." She could see it, temptation in his eyes. She sat grinning.

We let the fires just bathe us

Black

He grined now moving closer to her.Wanna bet?He snarled now moving around her to her rump.Don't think I won't

Temptation

Her expression suddenly grew dangerous as he neared her and when he moved around her she stood up and promptly faced him. Growling through revealed teeth. "I would kill every one of them." She snarled hotly. Eyes now locked onto his as she kept her front end facing him.

Black Tip

He growled.Not if i took them before you did soHe growled.You see if i bred with you I would force you to stay with me. Your bringing it on yourself loveHe spoke calmly.

Temptation

Quick and frank she openly expressed herself with a loud booming "HA!" She soon lowered into a deep and deadly snarl. "There will be nothing for you to take, even if you could, their lifeless bodies would be all you receive. You cannot bring me to stay with you, my family will have you killed in an instant, and I'm sure your father dear will be up-most and proud that such an ignorant son would do something after clear warning." Her growls arose never loosing her footing with him.

Black

He snorted and just shook his head.What Ever, I must return to finding more wolves for my fathers pack for a war will break out soon enoughHe said soon moving away.

Temptation

She glared as he walked away, lifting her head as the brute went along. When she felt he was at a comfortable distance, she turned and trotted along her own way. Quickly to a path to find more mischief of course.