Found You

Jakart nosed the red plant bulb laying between his paws and let out a sigh. Ever since he had left Callisto the way he did the only thing on his mind had been the plants he had given her. He returned to where the herb had been, such a tiny thing at the end of the dried stem to cause such conflicting emotions. Callisto had eagerly grabbed up the plants, and such he took from it that her season would be a very.... promiscuous venture for her. Knowing the healer had need of him almost a year ago was flattering to their strange friendship. Queer events to bind one another to be in each other's lives again ever since he left Ebony. But the way she had behaved upon telling of the plants nature made several things clear to him. One, she still held some fear of him given a trigger, no doubt that being related to her rape. And two, she was still somewhat dependent on him. And so by taking the herbs could only mean that she intended to use them. The lack of any other partners was obvious and so could only mean one thing. She would have need of him come the change in season.

With some reluctance the male had prepared himself upon realizing this the day after leaving her den. He gorged upon a deer and had drank plenty of water throughout the past few days, even trying to recall advice from his father. One idea spoke to him particularly. A tale that had made him blush when told and one his mother certainly wouldn't have approved of. With a sudden movement Jakart would come down from the ridge. He assumed Callisto would seek him out, the grey wolf having no real desire to be the one to initiate such activities. Already down in the gulley he could smell her in the wind, the scent of heat. With a dry sniff he approached the creek and nosed about the edge of a reed cluster. It only took a moment to find his prize, Jakart looking up with an iris gently held between his fangs and gave a sniff. The bloom smelled appealing, but behind it Callisto's scent was intensifying. With a dull thump the wolf would sit and eye the bend in the river. Ears and eyes were alert the moment before Callisto stepped into view. Jakart could only dip his head, emotions and instinct all jumbling together by her scent as he felt his cheeks begin to warm.