Flame paces the forests, scenting the confident female and stretching his hands in front of his muscular form, clicking them, body tensed and flexing for the attack to come. The lean male's grin evapourates, sharpening his expression; Would he be able to harm a female? Frowning in irritation, he waited the unknown woman's arrival, a masculine rumble resonating in his chest as he stalked between the trees, the damp earth cushioning his bare feet and soaking the cuffs of his Jeans which hugged his waist neatly. The rain hammered him soothingly and splashed against his tight Black t-shirt which pronounced his broad chest and shoulders. Thick, brown locks fervently clinging to his head, the brute male sighed in impatience, his bloodlust growing.