Heaven smells like you and your presence. My wolf practically leaps forward to locate the source of this scent.
There among the shrubs and rainy puddle mud we find you rolling around in dirt with obvious glee in your eyes.
It's hard to control our nature and come forward to become acquainted with you.
That'll have to wait.
For now.
In the mean while we plop ourselves on our belly and enjoy the vision in front of us.
Your toothy smile making us flash our canines in glee.
Just wait little moon, we'll be back to claim what's rightfully ours.
All in right time.
