Fyre and Moonlight [Ignatius]

It had been a snap decision to venture further northward after her stop at Lirim. She had meant to turn back and go straight home, before the strong scent of her flower oil could wear off. But it had been a while since she’d ventured into the north.

Her nose had cleared, finally, by the time she passed the crevice that led down to the earth’s fiery blood river where she’d met Jupiter, and she stopped in surprise as she nearly crossed a fresh pack border. Had she been keeping her nose peeled for such a border, she’d have caught it before her paws nearly crossed the invisible line.

She stepped back quickly and lowered her muzzle to test the scent that reigned supreme in the scent marks. Well, this was interesting. The male she’d met late in the summer, almost right on the seasons’ turning. Her head cocked as she raised it, staring into the forest of truly gargantuan trees. She was mentally kicking herself that she hadn’t gone to explore this place before, because she was pretty sure this was the same forest of redwoods her great, great grandmother had led Cairo Adravendi’s children through after the old land had been annihilated by a mass eruption of a volcano.

She shook her head, shrugging away the mild disgruntlement in favor of an opportunist’s decision that it might be a good idea to call the fire and ice toned male. Even if she couldn’t secure an alliance, she could try to work out a Neutrality Agreement, and at the very least glean some information on what his plans were regarding other packs.

Decision made, she tipped her head back and sang for the alpha before stepping further back and settling back on her haunches to wait. She was downwind of the border, at least—the poor guy wouldn’t be immediately assaulted either by perfume or by perfume.