His eyes fell upon that of a fatale. He froze, and his breath let out in a woosh, leaving his lungs screaming as he stared at her. She was....Gorgeous. Blinking, he turned his gaze away so that he wouldn't be caught staring. He silently came forth, not an easy feet for a male of his size and stature. Halting near her he smile warmly and said I am Camarin, what is it that you were graced, darling? His voice wasn't flirtatious but warm and kind as was his normal personality. Now if only he could breathe normally....

Moonpaw was elated, for she had just gotten into the Aspen Grove pack. She had just gotten done with her leaping and bounding, Vestige having gone already. She was lying down and breathing heavily from the energy she had just expelled. Taking in deep breaths she smell another wolf, not Vestige, she knew his smell, but definately another male. Moonpaw's head swiveled in all directions until she spotted him. Her snow-white fur prickled nicely at the thought of a male. This male had no female scent of him and he was obviously new. She studied him carefully. He was a truely beautiful creature. Strong, handsome, and massive! This male was as big as Owlpelt, her old leader. She drank in his delicious scent. And then he spoke, "I am Camarin, what is it that you were graced, darling?" Camarin. She rolled the name in her mind. She had to answer! Oh! What would she say?

"Well, Camarin, I am graced with many things, but you are surely graced with beauty." These words just rolled out of her muzzle and she looked astonished. She even noticed that she had purred his name. She smiled embarassed and waited for the fabulous male to reply.

Camarins smile was warm and he said in a voice that was sent as a caress over her white pelt And your name, dove? He asked her. He sat down, his massive pelt shimmering as his muscles rippled beneath the fur of darkness. A warm intoxicating smile spread across his lips further, a good sign. Normally he was more quiet and reserved, but something about her words set the male on edge, and in a very good way. Autumn yellow eyes took in her beautiful body, the way she moved so feminine. He inhaled her sweet sweet scent, and it reminded of things that he had missed in his journeys. Home, safety. But at the same time he could smell temptation, wicked and sweet beckoning him closer for a closer scent. She was everything he had dreamed his mate to be. Beautiful, smart, and such a way with words! It was amazing, for he had once believed that dreams could never come true. And it is not I, who be graced with beauty darling but you yourself would put even the most beautiful wolfess in her place with just one glance of those goregous eyes of yours. Again he spoke, his words seeming to surround her, as if he was speaking from all sides of her that same soft smile in place.

Camarin spoke again, his voice caressing every fiber of her being. "And your name, dove?" She almost jumped up and licked his face, but kept herself restrained. "My name is Moonpaw." She purred this for some reason, probably to draw him closer. She wanted to smell his breath, his pelt, his essence. He spoke once more, his words surrounding her and, once again, caresssing her. Camarin said she could put the most beautiful femme in her place with one look of her eyes. His smile was perfect too. He was a god!

Moonpaw found her tounge lolling at the sight of him. "Would you grace me by being my mate, Camarin?" these words poured out of her like water from a fast-going waterfall. Her icey-blues eyes scanned his face for any sign of repulsion or surprise as she waited for his angle-like voice to reply.