Loners [SquirrelGirl]

Triton paced at the edge of his territory, hoping to catch a whiff of her scent. The wolf was a massive one, his fur a deep, dark shade of brown, though there were bits of black and gold mixed in. His eyes gleamed with hints of intelligence, and though he usually remained silent, he could speak as a human could.

For the past few weeks, a female human had been coming into his territory-perhaps she had been coming there since before he even marked it as his own. He had stayed in hiding while watching her-she always came alone, always. Occassionally, he'd let her catch the briefest glimpse of his form, though he'd never revealed himself to her fully. But the girl seemed to make him ache with desire, and he'd decided he wanted the human for his own.

The wind shifted, and he smiled. She was coming.

Claire walked along happily, royal brown curls bouncing on her shoulders and back. It was just another day, with a nice and quiet stroll through the forest-- at least, that's what she'd thought.
For weeks, she would occasionally catch a sighting of a fierce and masculine figure. Although most would be riddled with terror, she found herself attracted to it. Since then she had tried visiting as often as she could. Her goal had been, since she had first seen him, to get close enough to touch him, be able to bond with him.