Ivee knew this feeling she was having. She have never felt it before, but her instinct told her what it was. The blood was also a sign. She felt different than she usually did, and edge to her that she didn't usually have, and a feeling of franticness she couldn't stop nor control. Her body wanted something and she needed to find that. She knew what she needed too. A man.

Ivee began pacing around the taiga, hoping someone would catch her scent and give her body what she wants.

While he was still unsure if his son had returned safely to Mereo after his militia duties at Akashingo, Bronco nevertheless allowed himself a bit of time to travel North, skirting the mountain range, so he could pay a visit to Meerkat at Sapphique. 

He almost didn’t realize he’d gone off his route until he caught sight of the pale wolf in the distance. As if by instinct, he’d begun following her scent. Immediately, he felt ashamed and confused. He’d let his mind wander and had become lost in his worries about Killdeer. But for whatever reason, he’d begun tracking and following the female until he caught sight of her. 

He balked, anxiety wringing the temptation out of his mind. Temptation, however, fought back. This was a complete stranger- and he was about to make an absolute fool of himself. 

He let out a low woof, and began to pad toward her, questioning his own motives the whole time.

Ivee did not say a word, but her eyes lit up and her tail perked. She invited the male who had approached her in, moving slowly closer to him, her current state driving her instinct.

She hoped he was here for what she wanted him to be here for. She sniffed at him tentatively, giving him the ok to sniff her too. He smelled of a pack, but he seemed strong. And damn he was handsome. He had scars, but they just made him look more stunning.

She dipped her head and nodded, answering his questioning woof with the one motion. He was invited in.

Her greeting was gentle, and she had a sort of grace about her that seemed natural and modest. While she invited him closer, she was not so brazen as to demand anything of him, which was a relief. 

He went quite still when she sniffed him, but he got the impression that she was harmless. Some part of him wanted to pull her closer- but he kept that part of himself tightly reined in. She was a stranger- and he knew the scent she bore. 

”You shouldn’t be alone,” He meant to infer that he was concerned about her well-being- but his tone, warm and affectionate, ended up making it sound more like a compliment. He swallowed hard. This wasn’t the first time he’d found himself in this position- knowing what was wanted and expected of him…But every time, it was different.

“I know, but I’m not anymore.” Ivee smiled. “And besides, I’m fine alone when I’m not like this, never craved pack life.” She told him, smelling the scents of other wolves on him.

“But now… all I want is someone. And now your here.” Ivee said, doing her best to hint at what she wanted

She brushed her tail down his flank.

He’d put himself into this situation, and his mind screamed with the hiss of a thousand angry hornets. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be with someone he loved- but he’d done this before, with a stranger, and nothing bad had become of it. And the pressure of children in a relationship…Perhaps it was that which had caused him to deny Fennec early in the Spring. 

Each thought was too loud to be heard. His vacant gaze wandered over the soft, pale fur of the woman, whose eyes were shimmery and hopeful. At first, she seemed to want the right things- to be alone, on her own- but he wondered if she truly was prepared. 

”You’ll want me now, but you’ll end up with a fatherless, packless batch of kids later-“ The thought ran through his mind, but the touch of her tail to his sensitive flank caused him to utter a soft, affectionate sound, and keep his words to himself. 

If this was what she wanted, it might as well be with him. 

He turned toward her, and reached to preen the fur behind one of her velveteen ears, smoothing out the fur there that was already so soft to the touch. He uttered a pleading growl- a bid for consent that he would need before he went any further.

Ivee let out a contented sigh as the male allowed her to touch him, and as he began to stroke her ear. She flicked her tail again down his flank, and let out a happy whimper, urging him to continue. She didn't care where this ended, she just needed this moment to happen.

The lithe white wolf waited for the man to make his moves, to give her what she so desperatly wanted.

Wooed by her gentle touch, and driven by instinct, he complied with her demands. She wanted something from him- and it wasn’t the first time he had thoughtlessly acquiesced to the demands of a woman. He was gentle with her, and he met her needs, fully aware that this was the first time in a very long time that he had allowed someone to get so close to him. 

When he pulled away from her afterwards, he remained for at least a moment, to see that she was alright. He did not offer to stay the night with her, nor did he offer his name. At the end of it all, he thanked her quietly, wished her well, and then went on his way.

Ivee felt a lot better after the male satisfied her needs. She didn't care what the outcome may be, she felt she could care for pups if it came to that.