A loving wolf chooses her as his mate.

The biggest wolf - one with four claw marks marring his face - growls for a moment before pointing his spear upward as he moved out of the way, letting in another wolf inside the circle.

This wolf was not as hulkingly musclebound as the hunter wolves. He was smaller, but still taller than Aquene. His body was free of ugly battle scars but he still had ritualistic scaring, more intricate and complex markings across his legs and arms, hinting that he may be high up in the pack's hierarchy.

Unlike the other wolves, this wolf was serene. He did not bare his teeth or brandish his claws. Aquene would even call him handsome. For a wolf, anyway.

The wolf gently placed his hands across her shoulders, and without a word (or... bark, in this case), he applied his muzzle to hers, kissing her heavily. While shocked by the kiss at first, the burning sensation in her loins and the shutter up her back pleaded her to deepen the kiss. Her breathing became heavy and timid as she felt the wolf's erection lay against her stomach.