High Hawk Season

The desert was always good to her, it had always been a refuge from the world where only she could survive effectively. She didn't want to return to Valhalla just yet, not as long as Thane was there. Or his bitch. Or his pups. Or anyone that would love to see her grovel. She had long since forgotten the pain of being left by Thane, and now held only resentment for the black and gray wolf. Her paws drummed against the dry river, her tail waving between her aching hips. Her heat had come again, and she knew she would be vulnerable especially around males. Males had always been a touchy subject to her, she both hated and loved them and sometimes she felt nothing for them. Perhaps that was why she had such strong emotions for Thane, but that was not something she wished to dwell on.

She stopped to lick her aching paws and scratch the notch just above her tail, two nervous ticks she had always had from a young age that never seemed to go away. She had always been a nervous wolf, and the ticks came along with the territory. Her fur fell freely from under her teeth. Another bald spot. Just what she needed.

Speech!