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The full moon, his time to live.

Enjoying the feel of the grass his system was usually subjected to the wolf with it's odd markings stalks through the night. The wind rustling his thickly layered fur as he lays his nose to the floor.

She had come this way.

Continuing on he tracked the scent, he would find her, he had to. The drive to seek her out was not ignorable during his time. The 'other' him may ignore his existence and have forgotten the other wolf mare but he had not, nor would he. Throughout the night he ran, driven by her scent and following it, whether it be strong and he gathered excitement as he hoped to near or barely there he had to run in fear of loosing her.