We were out hunting for a few hours. I needed to get my mind off of father’s lecture of “finding my mate”. I couldn’t help but sigh in frustration. I stop walking, raising my fist up What’s that…. sniffs smell?… It’s strong and intoxicating. Like my mouth is hungry and my heart is yearning and my tail was wagging. Could it be my mate? I turnt to my pack Find that smell. Now! They nodded and each ran off in different directions, transforming I know you’re hiding somewhere, mate
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