the wraith wakes to fire in his veins, a seething frantic fever he's never felt before. he's spent much of his time at the borders and beyond, ensuring that the scent markers are strong and that none travel too close to the pack with so many expecting — but last night, by chance, he'd chosen to spend the night within the territory. a wise choice, he thinks now, given the intensity of the haze over his thoughts. perhaps in a clearer state of mind, zephyr might have recognized the scent of his heat upon him. perhaps he'd have known to avoid company. but his head is fogged, so he doesn't.
instead he answers nature's call without question, seeking @Wintersbane without a single thought to the reason. his steps are fast and full of purpose, instinct guiding him away from the scents of others and toward the alpha of the glacier. his mission is unclear even to him, but the determination to see it through is unshakable; nothing will stop him from finding the man he seeks.

the wraith finds the alpha in the space where glacier meets river, blood-scent in the air, yet the details of their meeting slip past him in this moment. he slows, feeling the fire in his veins leap in anticipation, and chuffs his greeting as he approaches. his tail swishes slowly as he continues his advance, posture uncharacteristically low and submissive, and a throaty whine escapes him when he's near enough for the other's scent to overwhelm him. he isn't sure what he needs — but he knows wintersbane can provide it.

the brief tension in the air goes unnoticed, written off as a byproduct of the electricity that seems to spark between them rather than hesitance. zephyr is only aware of wintersbane's approach, of the rumble that acts as a magnet to the wraith who had already been thoroughly ensnared by his own hormones. he steps forward to meet wintersbane's approach, consent given in the form of a tentative touch; his nose to the alpha's chin, then his neck, another whine following.