He caught her scent, it was faint, but hers was unlike any other.
It lingered at his snout, reaching down inside of him and stoking the flames of his desire. Caleb howled into the night, more determined than ever to follow that enticing aroma and claim his prize.
Ashleigh ran through the trees; she could feel him in the distance. Searching, sniffing, hunting. Her heart was racing. Part of her wanted him to catch her, but the wolf inside demanded that he earn it.
They skirted each other around the trees for a long time. She would catch glimpses of his dark red fur, and then he was gone.
Her bright white fur made it easy for him to find her among the snowless terrain, but her speed and determination kept her far enough from him that she could make an escape.
Their scent was mingling together in the air around them. It was no longer distinguishable from each other.
