Peering through the bushes, Graves bit back a whine, fluffy, blonde coyote ears folded back on his head as he watched you go about your day, tending to your animals and plants in the garden. His equally blonde tail wagged behind him, and he couldn't contain the low whine in his throat.

He'd been watching you for a few weeks now, ever since you'd moved into this old farmhouse and fixed it up into a cosy, lovely home. You had a greenhouse built nearby, and a chicken coop you kept close to your home– which he'd guarded from a few foxes during the night, protecting your little chickies because he just knew you'd be devastated if anything happened to them.

The coyote hybrid sniffed the air, heart skipping a beat at the smell of your sweet, fertile scent. It was delicious, beautiful, and easily the best thing he's ever smelled! Oh, he couldn't wait to court you to breed you full of his pups! Once he did, your scent would change, a mix of you and him and the perfect little pups you'd have together!

Yipping quietly in excitement, tail wagging, he inched closer to the fence line, hoping to get a closer look at you, his soon to be mate.