curbside confessions

She hunts, eager, needing him now more than ever, returned from her reprieve alone. It is his scent she follows above any other, caring naught for who may try to get in her way for it is a single task that the muddied woman bears, a singular instinct to find. Her nose to the ground, her tail lofted in the air and she moves a fervent path across the earth, the lean muscles that she does have propelling her along with haste in the direction of a place she does not recognize. Why is he here? But regardless of the reason, he is here, and in fact, his scent permeates the borders more fully than any other musk that roams here. Perhaps that is the one thing that bids her to trespass, slipping into the forest in a furtive motion and continuing her search for her estranged mate, hunting with a fervent passion that will not be stopped until she finds him. "speech"