((Private and most definitely mature! Also crappy starter is crappy.))

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The woman was in heat. Great! It was hard enough for her right now without the added insecurity of knowing that any male within smelling distance probably thought she would make a nice distraction. It certainly didn’t help that part of that mentality came from the notion that she was most fertile right now…

Pups a notion that had never sat well with her. Motherhood had taken a great toll on her mother and in her own way Cirala was afraid what it might do to her. Besides of which… males had never tickled her fancy.

The orchard stretched out around her, familiar enough that it helped to put her mind at ease during what was already a stressful part of her life. Why couldn’t the damn cat have taken my uterus? Instead he had just taken the only woman Cirala could ever remember loving…

The tall beast hadn't let himself leave the range, or rather Orchid hadn't let him leave the range, in far too long. Scorpion liked the range well enough, but since his injury he'd done nothing but want to leave. Othello had been oddly quiet, and though he found himself loving her (an emotion he was unsure he'd ever admit to really feeling) she was really a bummer. He hated seeing her sad, but he was helpless to do anything. So he'd give her her space, and find himself stretching his limbs.

There was a genuine grin playing across his features as he took a stroll through the darkening woods. The trees were coming to their full bloom, and he had half a mind to stay here the night so he could see the flowers in the light of the morning. Maybe not the most manly of thoughts, but he liked to appreciate the beauty in the world.

His thoughts would be interrupted by a similarly labeled scent. Finding himself unable to ignore her, though he did consider doing just that, thoughts of Othello were much too weak to keep his focus. For being so tall the Destruction was light on his toes. Like a cat he would stalk her through the woods in a silent manner. Bright yellow gaze would finally catch a glimpse of her, the setting of the sun illuminating her through the branches. His grin would grow before stepping from the shadows behind her, quite ignorant to her appearance he'd been in Alacritia too long to so easily spot one of Yahir's spawn. "Why are you out here all on your own?" He'd voice softly, hopefully far enough away that he didn't startle her into fleeing.

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Had she known the sinister forces that lurked in the orchard the masked woman would have remained hidden in her den till the spring had passed. As it was she was blissfully unaware, or rather unware they lurked so close by. Cirala was not ignorant, she knew there were those that would see her as an easy target and with no pack scent upon her fur no doubt there would be little to deter them from at least attempting something. Still she liked to think she knew how to protect herself. The next few minutes would prove just how wrong she was.

His voice was soft but nonetheless she jumped, swinging around as quickly as she could manage to plant hazels upon the intruder. He had kept some distance between them but it did little to calm her nerves knowing that he had managed to sneak up behind her so silently.

“Who is it that cares?” She retorted, not bothering to hide her distrust.

The girl would remain still as he made an approach, his voice calling out maybe a bit too late to prevent her from scaring. Though she twisted and faced him instead of making her getaway as he had feared. He'd try to keep his amusement from his features, had he been a more ruthless man he might have already grabbed hold of her with how close he'd gotten. She seemed prickly though, as she turned her voice would do nothing to welcome him into her arms.

His gaze would take another look at her form, slender much like himself but with an obvious femininity. Trying to hide his obvious interest his tall form would lower, shifting into a bow before her. "Scorpion Destruction," He'd would stand back up, taking yet a third look at her, "Are you of Yahir's descent?" He'd ask, forgetting about his original question as he took in her appearance the third time.

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He bowed and she had to fight to keep herself from snorting. His name fell from his lips as he did so and she rolled her eyes, shifting unconsciously. Oh great, just what I needed. She thought to herself. As far as she was aware she had met his kind before, all smiles and charm till he was in a perfect position to strike, and then the daggers came out. Well she certainly wasn’t going to fall for it, there wasn’t anything he could say-

The name of her father dropped from the male’s lips and her eyes narrowed. That… was a surprise.   “I… am…” She spoke hesitantly, not sure what it could mean to the man. She was almost afraid to find out, and yet just as curious.

He wouldn't catch the eye roll during his presentation but he would see her shift uncomfortably. She didn't seem quite ready to be away from him yet, though was obviously unimpressed with his theatrics. He was confident though, and had every intention of making her see how much she needed him. Surely her season was a burden, surely the relief he could bring would be enough to convince the girl. However he lineage would be much more interesting to him than her heat if only for the moment.

She seemed to stop, caught quite off guard at his simple question. She would watch him suspiciously, obviously taken back by his sudden awareness of her sire. His grin would grow as she confirmed his suspicion, "I was born into his pack," his comment was given with a slight shrug, "Pretty small world it seems.." He'd trail off, sun lit gaze falling back to her form. "I know we've only just met, but it would please me greatly if you took a walk with me." This time he was really taking a chance. She'd barely spoken to him and now he was asking if she would go with him, but hey there was always a chance.

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He spoke of her father and her distrust only rose. If there was anything she knew about the man that had sired her it was that he was a nice wolf, and she very much doubted that anyone who had lived in his pack were much better. A pack that had accepted the rape of her mother only to produce an heir that they so quickly tossed aside when one more to Yahir’s tastes were born; she was certain they weren’t a good pack. “Give me one good reason.” She challenged him, unwilling to go anywhere with the man. Now more than ever.

He didn't doubt that her distrust would grow, but if there was anything that the two would have in common it would be their hate for that wolf. Though Adrenaline had been mostly loyal to him and his family Scorpion would have nothing to do with him or the rotten offspring that lingered there. If there was even a pack anymore. When Adrenaline died the best pert of their leadership went with him. She asked for a good reason, and he had the only one there was to offer. "To come and discuss our similar hate of the man." Was all he could offer, if she didn't respond to that, well it was about time he started off again anyway. Maybe Othello was missing him. Though he had to be serious with himself, would she ever find she needed his presence again?