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The sound of rushing water had drawn her to this particular area. This was her home now, she would visit every land, know the area perfectly, scout out potential prey. The thought rarely left her mind. The blood of another soaking her pelt. It had been far to long. Her fight with her brother did nothing more than add to the pent up frustration that bubbled inside her. She truly couldn't stand him sometimes. Her wounds had begun to heal, slowly but surely.

Spring had arrived, bring new life to the land, leaving behind winter and her first heat. She couldn't be happier that it was over. It had been terrible, the burning desire that constantly followed at her heels. How she had managed to avoid her brother most of the winter was a miracle. Now she could fuck who she wanted, when she wanted. There was nothing holding her back.

Nostrils flared, a scent reaching her nose, followed by a commanding voice, demanding she show herself. A brow lifted. Who did he think he was? Continuing forward, she made her appearance from the brush, coming into view of the river. Eyes settled on the pallid brute who had spoken. "I'm hardly a fool baby." Her seductive coo fell from her charcoal lips. He had an air about him that screamed danger. She liked it. She stepped forward until she stopped a few feet from him. Markings adorned his face, surrounding his two toned eyes.

Plume swayed at her heels, unlike his, that was flagged high. Crown tilted ever so slight to the left, watching him with mild interest. The faintest scent of blood seemed to follow him, as though it were imbedded in his pelt like it was hers.

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