Sunbeam Lair illicit affairs

There was a new scent and the sound of paw steps, both of which caught the Frostfur's attention. At first, she glanced over her shoulder, but once she caught sight of the figure entering the lair, she turned around to face them. Though the light from above shrouded them in shadows, there was enough she could surmise from the scent alone; the other woman was from a pack, but that smell was fading. She was older, too, but that didn't matter much to her—she was about to be five, after all.

Hey, she greeted weakly, unaware of the other's disability. She sniffed the air again, noting that the lair lacked any strong wolf scents; she wasn't intruding as far as she was aware.