Witch's Marsh I ate the whole world to find you.
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Day 1/5 of her first heat.


Rheia had been feeling bolder in the past day or two and she did not know why, because she was still alone and she was still very desperate to be reunited with her sister (even if it meant a reintroduction to her husband and subsequently, playing nice). She had found a stranger in the foothills of the nearby mountain and normally, on any other day, Rheia would have taken off without a thought. Instead she had lingered and behaved as if he was family — or maybe not family, but certainly she had been more accepting of him and motherly than what was usual for her. In the end she had left him there though, eager to return to the forest where her temporary den had been formed.

After a brief sojourn through the aformentioned forest (and a brief spell of rest) Rheia turned her attention to the east and ventured off again. Her body was demanding freedom; she desired to feel the wind through her fur and was eager to stretch her legs, maybe find something to chase — there was an unusual uptick in her energy level, an effulgence, which was both unsettling and entirely liberating.

Not to mention a subtle change in her scent. That was not something the would-be siren took note of. She was too busy scouting out the fringes of the wetland as she came upon it, and at her moderate speed she managed to spook some sleepy marsh birds from their posts. They took wing abruptly and Rheia reached with her steps in order to give chase. As her paws thundered through a patch of thawed muskeg she noticed a layer of thick silvery foam in her wake; it broke apart as she ran through it, but coated her limbs. As she slowed, she stalked out of the deeper patch and then bent her head to inspect herself, and found the grime layer tasted vividly like iron — how bizarre.



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Following the pack hunt, Alexander returned to his post along the borders. He’d lingered there for a good while before an itch drove him to venture beyond his claim entirely, travelling north through the various territories. He’d hung around within the glade for longer than originally intended, bothering the foxes as he meandered leisurely through their home; he stopped several times to hike his leg up and release a nice stream of urine on trees, logs, and burrows alike, making certain that they did not forget which canines reigned supreme in the area. Once he was finished with them, the albino continued on his way towards the lake, where he stopped briefly for a drink, and then proceeded into the marsh; he hadn’t visited the area in so long, the last time being way back when he had a short reunion with Potema.

Though the memory was pushed from his head just as quickly as it arose, the scent in the air lingered. Confused, he shook his head in an attempt to rid all of his senses of that encounter, only to freeze seconds after at the sound of distant sloshing. The young leader gave chase immediately after, tail arched over his back as he expected to be faced with an unwelcome guest—but it turned out to be a ghost from his not-so-distant past, though she was not immediately recognised as such. All Alexander saw was a girl, whose scent was alluring but her posture curious. With a soft chuff, he began to inch his way closer, further ruining his previously pristine coat, before stopping just a short ways off from her. Their previous meeting had yet to resurface, her face not yet seen, but his tail—now hanging amiably—wagged slowly anyways.
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Rheia was just starting to step out of the deepest bit of ferrous bogwater, each paw shaking as it was withdrewn only to be reinserted out of necessity, when a chuff caught in the thickened air. She turned her tall ears first, then the rest of her head, and saw the whiteness of his figure. While this would have usually deterred her with some haste Rheia was bold today, she was not feeling as flighty. In fact, upon realizing it was a wolf, she was curious of him and crept free of the bog's foul waters just to get a little bit closer. She was oblivious to who this was - until she came close enough to brush fur upon fur in stride, and with a curious probing of her nose she caught Xan's scent beyond the murk. The girl froze up for a moment but could not place the scent, and instead fanned her tail and bat the air with it, happy with her current company.