Time to Hunt

The sun beats down on you as you head out of the cave with no particular prey in mind.

You head down the valley, giving the human settlement as wide a berth as you can as you mull over the attack on the caravan some more.

As you move through the trees, keeping a eye open for a stray Deer, your nose begins to pick up a new scent. It is faint at first, so faint in fact that you write it off as being your mind playing tricks on you. However as you move through the forest the scent becomes stronger and stronger.

At first you are not sure what it is, a odd mix of the tang of a human and something else more potent. Yet as the scent grows stronger you are able to pick out the underlying scent of a female.

Your nostrils flair, hunger forgotten as feel your cock twitching to life, the fire bursting back to life with ease. As you move through the trees the scent becomes a almost visible trail that you can follow with ease.

A part of you wonders why there would be a female out here and just what the other scents are mixed in with the females trail.