Wolf drooled at the sight of Lamb.

His hungry eyes explored her from head to toe;
Her ivory form laid still in the hazy meadow
as she watched fireflies flicker deep amber,
illuminating their way around tall, wet blades of grass
still wet from the dew that welcomed dawn.
With rays of sugary light accentuating
the thick covering of wool that surrounded her,
the frosted innocence that laid before him
appeared to be painted
by a celestial hand.

His damp nose sniffed the air;
Her sweet scent filled his nostrils and entered his lungs,
and with a forceful exhale out of his nostrils,
Wolf could feel his mouth salivating with famine and longing.
The aroma of her alluring nature hypnotized
the predator until he found himself sniffing the air
just to become increasingly intoxicated by
her pure and
pearly essence.

His mouth dribbled long strands of thick drool;
Her delicate warmth and supple flesh felt almost real between
his sharpened canines that could easily ravage such a dainty being.
Wolf licked at his starved mouth in hopes of hushing it patient,
but only became eager to taste her, to ravage her, to devour her
until the only feeling that would matter is the throbbing pulsations
of her jugular
against his teeth.


Lamb reveled in Wolf's desirous longing from afar
and mischievously teased his itching fervor for her
before disappearing into the thick mist
that completely masked her
gentle existence.