*Blake's eyes scan the piney woods, the scent of earth, distant storms, and even a hint of snow carried on the breeze of this cold night. he had been born in the city, but his instincts kept pulling him out into the great unknown. towards distant forests. towards his mate.
his inner compas led him here, and he knew that he was close. he could almost smell his mate's scent. his own scent drifts over the pines, strong with days of searching.*
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