Spring. It was still frozen in the north but down here the change of the season would be obvious even if the itch, the ache of her heat cycle beginning hadn't already marked it. There was a certain warmth to the breeze, the sun felt brighter... and she ached. Though her habit was to remain in her den as much as possible through the more obvious parts of her heat cycle out of a sense of fairness to the males who would have to deal with that scent, she had found herself far to the south, trotting relentlessly away from Tortuga. Restless. The combination of her heat and the spring wind and the pain of her broken heart had driven her from her confining den, from her confining pack, and she paced the prairieland like a woman obsessed. What was wrong with her? She was seven years old and had never found someone who would stay with her, who would truly love her... hell, she'd never even mated with someone. She'd been of age for five years and never even been propositioned. Was she truly so unattractive with her oversized feet and her square muzzle that she couldn't even find someone to mate with her? A sudden surge of uncharacteristic anger surged through her, overwhelming the hurt and depression. Why should she let the opinions of those who had come before matter to her? And why should she sit around and wait for someone to wander by that might be interested? Why shouldn't she take matters into her own paws? Stopping abruptly, she lashed her tail, glaring out over the prairie with a vague sort of determination. She wasn't fully certain what she was going to do precisely, but she was going to do something.

The change of the season would make the brute restless, he would find himself on his feet as he left his children and lover to sleep. He found that he didn't even have to search for a reason to leave them, he'd just go and do whatever whenever he wanted. Usually it was trailing around the borders, renewing scent markings. Today he'd find himself leaning off the trail, a hunt on his mind at first. While searching for some easy prey, one of the tender new babies straying too far from a den perhaps? He'd catch the sweet aroma of heat scent. Any thoughts of food would be discarded as he became fully focused on the woman who had crossed here not so long ago. His form would find its way over the gentle hills, finally coming to see a pale she wolf. From a distance he could only judge her pale bodice, but he wouldn't feel any sort of disappointment. He would slowly try to bring himself closer, letting himself be lured in by her enticing aroma. Finding her alabaster coat pleasing to his vibrant yellow gaze. He would ignore the scent of pack upon her, taking note of the wandering she was doing in the loner lands. He wouldn't come any closer than comfortable speaking distance, he didn't want to suddenly scare her off. His tail would wag slightly above his back, a curious smirk playing across his features. He would nod respectfully, lips not parting for any wordy greeting. If she wished his company she could embrace it. If not, his time could be better spent elsewhere. "Speech"

Pawsteps caught her attention, momentarily distracting her from her thoughts. Short, thick ears pricked in his direction, and something inside her stirred. Some warm, aching feeling of heat mixing with the intoxicating gleam of his yellow eyes. She watched him, equally silent, for a long moment as she studied him. Strange markings he had, but handsome and striking and in this moment she did not notice, did not care that he was half her age. She moved forward silently, like a ghost, but with uncertainty in her step. Blue eyes fixated on his as she closed the distance. It was in her mind to see if it was possible, to see if she could find anyone who would want her, but how? What could possibly make someone want... oh. Of course. Heat. A deep breath to settle the nerves fluttering in her chest, then her head rose as her tail rose, pride seemingly evident as the heat-scent was released into the air and she stopped before him. "Hello," she said simply, before her voice failed her and she simply watched him, hoping that she appeared mysterious rather than nervous.

Vibrant yellow eyes would watch her as she in turn watched him, curiously they would stand before one another. He would watch, wondering if she felt the fiery pull that he had been drawn to. Slowly she would decide that the space between them was just too much, and her form would draw more near. She seemed the slightest bit unnerved, but still her gentle curves would usher her forth. Finally her head would rise, and her form would take on a more appropriate demeanor. He would again feel the intoxicating wave of perfume wash over him as she would greet him softly, "hello." She would watch him, and he'd let the silence drag out just a bit longer as his bright yellow gaze would travel the length of her body. "Hello," he would reply, his voice rather dark as he let his eyes rest again upon her deep blue gaze. "What are you doing out here, my dear?" He really was curious, had her heat driven her to search for someone like him? "Speech"

The younger male's words were spoken in a manner dark and foreboding, as was the way his eyes studied her form, but heated and reckless Qanik dismissed the warning prickle completely. She moved more boldly than was her wont, seeking to brush her side against his, tail flicking wantonly along his cheek. "S-simply hunting, young lordling." Her low voice began with a stutter to betray her nerves, but she shuffled those feelings aside. She would feel wanted, she would feel lovely, even if it was just this stranger in this unfamiliar place for just this moment. Her heart pounded against her ribs in anticipation and fear of rejection. Would this boy treat her suit as had Flamesong? Simply walk away? "And what do you intend in this... ah... fertile land?" Were she any less furry a blush would have been readily apparent at her clumsy, and very unsubtle, innuendo. ,

She was more eager to be at his side than he'd have anticipated, a soft touch of her tail alone with the warmth that came with her close contact. A stutter in her voice would reveal ever more her nervousness, "S-simply hunting, young lordling." hunting for prey? He thought not. "You needn't fret, m'lady, I've no intent to harm you." His voice was a whisper as he aimed to sip gently at her haunches. "And what do you intend in this... ah... fertile land?" he would chuckle lightly, wanting to lean into her side all the more. "Hunting, of course." He would motion to nuzzle her hips suggestively, her sweet scent surrounding him as he admired her simple beauty. "Speech"

The young male nipped and nuzzled at her, his whispered words spoken soothingly despite the underlying darkness in it. Shivers ran down her spine, excitement causing her heart to race erratically. Heat pooled in her belly, the muscles there tightening in anticipation. Was this what it felt like to give up control, to follow instinct and physical need, to want and feel wanted? She was not foolish enough to think this boy loved her, no, it would be the childish sort of idiocy of young children just coming into puberty, but he wanted her and that was all she wanted right now, what she needed. Silently she brushed herself against him, an encouraging sound vibrating her throat, hip pressing against his chest. Her tail flicked to the side, flicking teasingly at his face before pressing to her own hip. The invitation was unmistakable as her denim-blue eyes met his gaze over her shoulder, eyes that hid the depth of her virginal nervousness. She was nervous yes but oh she wanted this, wanted to feel wanted, needed. OOC: fade to black in your next post? ,

He could feel the gentle shivers as they rolled seductively down her spine, he could still feel her nerves but he would have never guessed that he was her very first. She was very much correct in seeing that he wanted her, she seemed very much reciprocative of those needs. She would not give him another word, her form pushing against him as she moved. She would rumble excitedly and he could feel the fire burn beneath his skin as she pushed her hips into his chest. He would smile darkly as a deep growl resonated through his chest. Teasing him with her tail she would easily move it from his path, as her deep blue gaze would welcome him to take her for his own. He would accept her invitation, and they would make love. -fade- "Speech"