41: Derek

He watched the blonde woman from afar, her citrus scent making him drunk even from such a far distance. He laid low in the brush, his eyes observing her every move. She was hiking through the Appalachian mountains when he caught wind of her. He knew what this meant for him, for his Wolf. He didn't approach her though since she didn't smell like a Wolf, but his curiosity got the better of him. She was traveling alone when he came across her. It was a hot day, the shade of the brush gave him some comfort as the woman pulled out a canteen. As she drank from it, water dripped from her chin. He wanted to lick it off of her.

"It's ho