(K)not In Bloom

Grass and twigs cracked as the wolf walked through the forest, tired, beaten, and wounded… yet satisfied all at the same time. Its front left leg stung as it could feel the remnants of its fight with its old pack leader some time ago, however its simple mind could only think about the red haired pony it left behind mere moments ago. Fatigue washed over its body and hunger clawed at its mind, telling it to find something... anything to eat, preferably the pony it just left behind, however it ignored the feeling and continued to look over its shoulder. The red haired pony was out of sight but it could hear her voice just enough that it stopped in its tracks and sat on the ground, whilst continuously looking back. A soft whimper came from it as it sat down, thanks to its post sex sensitivity, before it sat there for a few minutes, quietly staring, until the voice quietly disappeared underneath the soft, howling wind.

As it sat there and thought in silence, it ended up wondering why it mated with a pony instead of a fellow wolf. It was an oddity, especially among wolves to breed outside of their species and normally such a thing would never interest it in the slightest… however it thought back to when it drank some of the sweet, honey-like nectar that the red haired pony dropped back during its first encounter. After that, its mind became clouded and lust driven, that its initial thoughts of wanting to eat the red haired pony, quickly got drowned out by the intense feeling of wanting to mate with her instead. Despite that lust subsiding quickly and causing its hunger to return, it found itself not wanting to eat the pony it wanted to eat in the first place. Instead it wanted to see her again just to be close to her, and subconsciously its tail wagged in earnest.

It took a deep breath, however its nose picked up a familiar scent; that same honey-like scent from before. The spot wasn't far from it and walking in the direction of the scent, it wasn't long until it came in contact with an old beaten path. It knew where that path led; to the striped witch of the woods not far from its location, however it cared naught as it noticed that the red hair pony left behind the bag it was once carrying. The honey scent was there and stronger then ever, however it could also pick up another; that same scent of the red haired pony from before. A soft whine came from its maw as the scent washed over its nose, and a wave of sadness and longing took root in its mind as it stared down the path that the red haired pony came from. It wanted to see her again, yet it knew it couldn't and started to hope it could meet her once again in hopes it could figure out why it was feeling the way it was. For a moment it stared down the path, and for a moment longer it pondered what to do, before it followed the red haired pony once again…