Since the pack meeting and the war, Hermes spent the last few days flying above the tree line while his father dealt with the affairs of new rankings, Lazarus’s death, and other pack duties that the prince was temporarily relieved of. Secretly, Hermes had been taking this time to try and find himself a lover – after all, being a teen meant his hormones were at an all time high. Additionally, he was under the pretense that he needed to find a mate in order to step up to the throne sometime in the future – when Pandora and Achilles grew old and let him step up. His father was already giving him some power, such as when Hermes led the meeting whilst Lazarus was buried.

The winter sunrise male flew took advantage of this day off to potentially find his future lover. He flew towards the center of Starfall, an area he had not explored too much of. Most of his time was spent in Sabertooth or the nearby biomes of Ashen Woodlands or the recently discovered Firefly Forest. His eyes landed on a field full of wildflowers, the various colored flowers painting the green summer grass with dots. Among them lay another colorful being…reminding him of the aurora borealis that would paint the sky occasionally. Hermes decreased altitude to get a better look, however, from a distance that the flapping of his wings still would not be heard, and if they were, it was not suspicious. It was a wolf. Hermes flew down – he needed to meet this fellow canine. They were very beautiful.

”Hello there!” Hermes called out, a wide smile on his face as he descended, his wings flapping to give him a gentle landing. His body painted of hues of pastel pinks, purples, yellows, and blues, like those seen in a winter sunrise, surely stuck out against the bright blue summer sky. ”I could not help but notice you amongst all these flowers. I just had to meet you!” He spoke, his tail wagging softly. His heart had sped up when her scent entered his nares – he had to be speaking with a being from heaven. Her beauty was stunning, and Hermes had never seen an ethereal wolf with a pelt of the northern lights themselves. ”My name is Hermes. I’m the prince of Sabertooth, a pack east of here.” He spoke, folding his wings into his sides, attempting to meet her magenta eyes with his own hot pink ones. ”May I have the honor of learning your name? Surely it must be a beautiful name for a beautiful femme such as yourself.” His tone was flirtatious, and his words were followed by a wink. This came naturally to him – this flirtatious side, even though this was his first time talking with a female outside of Sabertooth.

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