{ @trueapex just got fuckin owned by a true alpha }
Scott would like to say that he has a good hold over his wolf -- that he’s mastered the feral desires the creature constantly pummels his brain with -- but it’s still a work-in-progress. Yeah, that’s a good name for it. Sometimes the wolf gains the the upper hand -- and that’s okay, right?
Scott tackles the stranger -- male, muscular, not human -- with the force of an alpha intending to subdue, and they both proceed to tumble down the hill behind where they were once standing, which... where did that come from? They land at the bottom with a heavy thud. Scott can feel dead leaves land on his back; their fall has obviously disturbed the autumn foliage.
His hands grip the other male’s shoulders, effectively pinning him down, but Scott (human Scott, not wolf Scott) can’t help but groan and rest his head down on one of the aforementioned shoulders. “Ow,” he huffs out. “I’m really sorry. But also who are you? Why do you smell like that?”
