The two retreat to the safety of the woods. Not because of fear of what stalks them but because they can see thier enemy safely from here. They have the upper hand. Moving in the shadows, in thier surroundings, knowing what path leads where and where is the best spot for an ambush. It also is quiet there and easy to make out the strange noises that dont belong.
Also it is the place of rest and solitude. It is where they may clears thier thoughts without intrusion. It is also where the most important part of thier lives are (well for the pack anyway, not the loan wolf). The Den. It is where the young are ,,,,the future.
The two wolves the male and female stop in one of thier known safe spots. They sniff each other and rest. They lie down. The females head lying upon the males back. The smell is raging in the body of the male. Urges are building deep within him. The female nudges him gently with her nose.
They both know the time is now to fullfill thier future. The male stands almost as if not interested. But he slowly makes his way to the origin of the smell that is driving him insane right now. Nothing else exsists at this moment but the female wolf.
In the distance an other wolf howls. But the two seem not to care at this moment. They enjoy each other for now as the sun dissapears thru the tree tops and night falls upon thier exhausted bodies.
