He felt...enchanted? Yes, that was it. And her name, Autumn. When his pack left last night, he couldn't stop thinking about her icy blue eyes. He fell asleep thinking about her eyes. And her golden fur. He could remember the feel of her tail flicking his muzzle when she left. He didn't even know her and yet-
"...and Winter." Sun finished and backed down from the top of the stump above her den that she had burrowed out. Winter had been daydreaming about her again and now he had both no clue what he was supposed to do and too much pride to ask Sun. Thankfully, Mouse called over to him.
"Winter." Her flirty voice carried over to him. She was a pretty grey female with gold eyes. Her tail was long and thinner than his. "We're supposed to be patrolling." She blinked at him and continued out of camp, her tail lightly brushing the ground. He trotted after her. He flanked her.
"Where are we going again?"
"Down to the river."
She looked back at him, "Yes." Mouse trotted off mysteriously in the wrong direction. It was the right direction once he remembered where it led.
An abandoned thicket was down this path. Well, it was almost abandoned. Mouse entered and Winter followed, her tail trailed behind her. Winter stood beside her; he licked her shoulder. Her ears twitched and she nuzzled his throat. Mouse layed down on her side and he did the same, facing her. She tucked her head under his muzzle and he held her close. They stayed that way for what seemed like days. In reality, it was only heartbeats before Mouse lifted her head to lick his nose playfully.
"I love you." She told him. Mouse told him all the time, as if she thought he would forget it.
"I love you too." Winter licked her nose affectionately. "We should probably patrol now before Sun sends someone out to find us."
The two wolves licked their fur back into place and continued on the patrol. When the two returned to camp, Mouse's sister eyed the couple, she stepped forward, grinning mischievously. Mouse addressed the brown furred female, Rat.
"Hi, Rat." The two seemed like they knew something; something important. Mouse's eyes had the same mischievous glint, but she quickly trotted away, taking Rat with her.
Winter found his three brothers, Eagle, Night and Calf - the runt of the litter - and together they left to find the buried remains of a cow elk. They talked for a while before returning to camp at sunset. By then Winter had forgotten about the sisters' weird behaviour.
That night, Winter and Mouse climbed into the nest that they shared. It had been crammed and the feel of her chest fur brushing against hers reminded him again of Autumn. He wondered if perhaps she was thinking about him too. Winter had almost fallen asleep when Mouse woke him up and guided him out of camp. He carefully stepped around his pack mates and stretched out his back when he emerged from the den. Mouse kept going, always staying two wolf lengths in front of Winter.
"Where are we going?" The grey female didn't turn back and instead began running, frolicking between bramble bushes. Winter decided to play her game for a while. The chased each other as if they were pups playing tag until they reached the moonlit river. Mouse had been ahead of him and was seated in the midst of a cluster of tall, thickly leaved birch trees, with thick vegetation. He dashed up and attacked her from behind, pinning her to the ground.
When they settled, she was panting for breath. She didn't normally get so tired so quickly. Just the other day they had a race to see who could run from camp, to the river and back. Mouse had won. Winter backed off the female. She hauled herself to her paws and sat beside him. Winter looked into her eyes and for the heartbeat that she gazed at the moon, he was hypnotised by her beauty. He blurted the first thought that came to mind.
"I wish we had a den all to ourselves. Then we wouldn't have to worry about waking up the others." Winter butted her shoulder with his muzzle. She smiled. He loved her and had always imagined them being together.
"Well," Mouse began quietly, "There's always the nursery." Winter's ears perked at her comment.
"Don't forget the sound of small paw steps." He replied. Winter lay down and tucked her against his belly, imagining the pups there. They would be; in only a few moons. Winter had a mate, he had pups on the way, he had a pack to help raise them and keep them safe. Winter had everything.
That night he imagined that same scenario, but in Mouse's place was a golden and white female from the Dark Pack; Autumn. Winter was frustrated that he just wasn't content with what he had. Later, when the first rays of dawn light reached the snuggled pair of wolves, Winter felt a pull to the hill where he had last felt content.