Hideaway Strath dodge left, dodge right

There seemed to be no time she spent outside of at least Lotte or Arturo's company if not both of theirs. And she wasn't complaining at all. She was sore, but satisfied, even as her heat ended. It wouldn't take long before they knew the state of things; a week, two weeks, and the medic would feel certain. When she heard the howl she pressed a few quick kisses to Lotte's cheek before tugging herself from the plush woman's embrace to attend to the figure at their borders. She wasn't sure where Arturo was but expected his prompt response as ever - especially since he would soon realize one of his women had gone to the borders. 

The figure smelled of a female, which was a relief to Hemlock, as even though her heat had ended she had no desires to encounter a male at the moment. It was surprising to find someone directly supplicating themselves in such a way, but with her hormones still in flux it only pleased her more. Hemlock's posture was all it took to affirm her status here, her scent laced in every inch of it's borders. Still, she did not allow the stranger to rise; instead, a brow lifted as she stared at the other female in a clear invitation to state her business on their borders.