Fayne had been camped out at the meadow since morning's light. Since the smell of her heat hit her like a truck. She still hadn't found a way to disguise it! She tried rolling around in flowers, licking herself clean, and taking a dip in the stream. Nothing was working. Once she got rid of it, it would just start to seep from her pores and soak her plush coat once again. The intense smell had altered her completely. She was left with a natural high. Even the simple scent of a flower filled her with bliss. She almost felt like she needed to return to the den just so she wasn't so lonely. She needed to share this feeling with someone. A long whine escaped her as she paced in the meadow contemplating what she was going to do about this. Should she return? No. Because it would be disrespectful to Zalen and Titania who was also radiating with the aroma. Surely this putrid aroma would draw his attention away from his own mate. That, or drive him into a rage. She knew how protective he was of Titania. Fayne's ears pinned to her head at the thought of what might happen. She couldn't go back until this was gone.
The silver she-wolf continued to pace giving restless yawns and whines as she thought. She didn't want to stay here overnight. The small female would be left vulnerable to the dangers of the world. All she wanted was to curl up in the den surrounded by her family. She released another yawn and a loud whine. The scent was accompanied by an undeniable energy that she couldn't ignore. The small female couldn't sit still, not for even one moment.
The pacing continued. She was stuck. She didn't have the courage to face what might happen if she returned to the den in this state. She was still puzzled about this whole thing and wished for an explanation. She dare not go near Titania frightful of her large black mate, not even to ask a simple question. Maybe if she relased some of this pent up energy she would be able to think clearly. Already knowing she couldn't catch a snack with only three legs, for fun, she chased after anything that moved in the meadow. She yelped happily as she ran around, her tail wagged fiercely behind her. When she was tired she lay down in the center of it all and rolled around some more. Instead of thinking about what to do next, she was thinking odd thoughts. Thoughts she never would have thought about if not for this cursed smell. Her mind, was on males. She gave another whine now hoping that someone would show up to entertain these feelings. She let her mind continue to wonder as she rolled around yipping happily at nothing.
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