Living like spoiled royalty
He had spent the last few days in this new continent, just letting himself have a good look around before he went back home. Why not explore while he still could, right? Alarik trotted through a forest full of magnificent oak trees, his eyes up as he took in the sheer size of them. How old must those trees be? What stories would they tell if they could? Alarik couldn't help it. He was a dreamer. These were the kinds of thoughts that occupied his mind, especially when he was alone and had no pressing matters to attend to.
But his daydreams were soon interrupted by a scent, so strong he couldn't ignore it. The scent he had come to understand meant a female was in heat. And of course, that involuntary and instinctive part of him wanted to find where it was coming from. That was innocent enough. Alarik was a gentleman and of course he would ignore the other instincts that begged his attention. No. He wasn't that kind of man.
But still. He went looking for the woman the scent was coming from, eyes widening when at last he found her. What on earth was she doing? When Alarik arrived, the woman was laying on her back on a fallen tree, tail waving about as if to spread the scent further. Never in his young life had he seen such a spectacle. And in the end, he couldn't resist clearing his throat. "Milady, may I ask what you're doing?"
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