Ravensblood Forest Let our hearts be the only sound.

Durnehviir had isolated herself from the pack for days, and had seen very little of her pack-mates during that time. She'd picked up on fresh tracks or scent trails here and there, perhaps from the boys' curiosity getting the better of them or simply a matter of them passing through, but she avoided seeking their company. It was not Samothes or Screech that her body longed for, and so the russet Frostfur would slip away with fear of crossing their paths and into hiding to avoid any conflict.

Constantine had not come for her. She supposed this was for their best interest, considering their relationship was still clouded with uncertainty and neither of them had approached the topic of a new generation within the forest. Most importantly, she doubted that their numbers could support any offspring - it would be unfair to put pressure on their tiny pack to help rear any unplanned offspring. As Durnehviir entered her most fertile days, however, any sense she previously had was cast aside entirely and undercover of night, she ventured from her temporary hollow in the heart of the forest with every intention of seeking her most beloved companion.

She did not call for him, knowing that her scent alone would lure him from his own hiding, and nor did she wish to draw any unwanted attention toward her. The lithe beauty trailed the forest, testing various evergreens and tufts of frozen grass for any sign that her swarthy Alpha might also be on the prowl.