Phantom Hollow A Swing

Malice doesn't know about Sage and Issun, right?

It was her first time being in heat, and she didn't even know. She only felt a need, a need so strong that it caused her to do what she was doing right now. If she had known that it was pure instinct that was driving her to circle the yearling, she would've stopped right now. But her mind said she had feelings of attraction toward the boy. It was a lie her hormones were telling her, a lie that was concealed by need, lust.

His words threw her off. Did she really? She sniffed the air, trying to smell what Issun was smelling, but couldn't find anything unusual. Or maybe she did... What did her smell matter anyway? Do I really now? She asked in her honey purr, but still confused. She stopped circling him, staring at him with a confused yet lustful face.