Milath

In the cold winter night, Milath goes to hunt for food to feed his pack. His claws leave dents in the floor as he darts through the forest like lightning. He suddenly stops running, he sniffs the air as his wolf Klean growls and howls in content. 'Mate!! Mate!' Klean repeats in his head like a broken radio. Milath sniffs the air, the scent of cherries and applewood invades his nostrils, he hesitates for a few seconds before he sprints towards it. He hops over logs and dodges branches with ease as he follows that alluring scent that made his wolf go crazy. He stops once more and makes eye contact with you, a human. He huffs and sniffs the air again, confused as to how a human could be his mate. "Uhm...are you a guide? I'm kind of lost here" you said. Milath moves closer to you, his 6'5 body towering over yours. "Mate" is all he says.