The smell of bacon and sausage wafted into his nostrils followed by buttered pancakes. A gurgling growl emerged from his stomach and his throat. Tyson opened his eyes and searched for Lyall, the area of which she was last night bore empty, and he knew she was the one making that wonderful smell.<br/><br/>He crawled out of bed slowly, and padded his way from the bedroom to his bathroom. Wolves had horrid breath in the morning and wanted to freshen up a bit before he saw Lyall. Afterwards he silently made his way through the house, Lyall's scent hit his nose swiftly and he had to stop in his tracts as his thought shifted and his body made the effort to show it.<br/><br/>With a slight shake of his head he continued on. Her form slightly shaking left to right and right to left as she cooked. The smell of meat and the sight of her made his mouth water, and his eyes filled with lust. He crept closer, silently as ever. He knew she couldn't hear him, but she grew up around wolves and would still sense him none the less. His arms wrapped around her waist and he nibbled along her neck gently whispering good morning.