Stavanger Bay Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy

For @Szymon <3 with Mary's permission, set directly after this thread. Let the banging commence. Please allow Szymon to post first.

It was strange to her how simply being in the presence of a male could alight her so; she'd been alone during her first heat, and had felt only an innocuous discomfort and distant longing for nearness. This, however, was different. It was as though her own body was being spurrned on by the presence of these males, and now she doubted she'd settle for simple nearness - not when she knew that physicality was so close at hand.

And she ached for him, despite such things being aroused, at first, by the presence of his brother. Atoll could not help her body's reaction to their strong and able leader any more than she could help her heart's dear affection for the pallid male himself.

"Szymon," she sang when she had reached her chosen rendezvous. The Blackrock was hidden in the water behind her, which glistened in the evening sun. It did not hold the same power for her as it did for Skellige, but she recognized it as a sigil of their pack, and therefore saw significance in conceiving in its sights.

When her chosen mate did not appear immediately before her eyes, the beta grew impatient and belted out a series of calls - two being Szymon's name-sound, one being a pleading yap, and the last being a war-like yowl, demanding blood if no other demands were met.