Winter. It had not only brought snow, freezing temperatures and just general misery. But it was also her birth season, bringing about her yearly cycle. Her body burned with a need that count be ignored no matter how hard she tried. Her skin was on fire despite the snow that fell around her. Lust occupied her every thought and idea of holding her husband hostage for all of winter was becoming more and more appealing. She moved across the plains, hoping that she might freeze to death just to escape the misery. But instead she found herself in a secluded spot that led down to a peculiar alcove. Nostrils would quiver as she approached, slipping side. The faint scent of herbs and unknown wolves would greet her. Nails would click against the stone floor as she pushed forward, exploring a little slice of peace and quiet.
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and she could soon see where the natural stoney den broke off into several other private dens. Idly is crossed her mind that with the smell of wolves and unknown wolf, if this was indeed an old healers den. But it didn't matter, it was hers now. She had known that Kylar was following her, he rarely did anything different, unless he was out forcing claiming slaves. And she knew that the scent of her heat was driving him mad, bringing him to her like a beckon. Instead of calling for him, she lower herself to cool stone floor, lounge lazily until he found her.
