Dragoncrest Cliffs Chasing the arrow

He was no stranger to severe winter conditions, but this? He had never encountered an ice storm this severe before. It frightened the mute, the longevity of this freeze. He worried for the pack, so recently settled on the coast, on the cliffs. He was still adjusting to the sea air.

Despite the ice lining the ground, Hush walked, his paws crunching through the icy snow as he trampled through the territory. It was only with movement that he would stay alive; that was true regardless of the season. He already felt his body warming up as he moved, chasing after something in the bre- wait.

The recognition hit him in an instant. A female was in heat. But it was not just any female: he recognized Wildfire in heat almost immediately. The coywolfdog whined, the noise ending with a sharp, impudent yip. How long did females go into heat for anyway?!