Our Season
I did a thing once.
Kratos lifted his head and inhaled deeply. It was a chilling January night and his visible breath was evidence of it. Letting his lungs expel the excess air, He closed his eyes and took note of a faint, sweet scent.
"Its almost here," he whispered to the wind.
Kratos silently laid down on all fours and his blue eyes opened lazily. His swollen belly twitching against the cold, wet grass. The winter was coming to an end. The moose would regain their ability to fight back soon. The less meals to go around the pack, the more aggravated the members would be.
The wolf's ears went flat against his skull. He rested his head on his front legs while the thought, "Pressure is the last thing everyone needs.. Especially during mating session," occupied his mind.
He knew the alpha female, his mate, was going to be in heat soon. He wasn't oblivious. He knew the signs. Pretending he had no clue was just how he bought himself time. Kratos loved her, but he was unsure if he was ready to handle pups.
A sigh escaped his muzzle. He couldn't play dumb forever.