Arrow Lake Make me a perfume that smells of temptation

She is Proestrus which means she smells enticing and will be attractive but she is not yet fertile and won't be receptive(this will last the next week). I know @Thorn had wanted a possibile thread where he flirts and is denied? Anyone else can join too though.

Her joining had awakened her spirit, the beast inside her that was possessive and fierce. These mountains were her home, her purpose to help Sitgmata and the others eventually claim their entirety. Such a big goal drove her every day to explore the areas, to hunt and do her best to fill caches. Nothing would hinder her desire to prove she was worthy of being a part of such a big plan....

Except the season. She could smell herself. That's how pungent it was. The stench of her heat was only caught because the wind drifted beneath her and rose up, forcing itself against her nostrils during an inhale. She groaned in frustration, fire eyes flashing with annoyance. She couldn't believe her luck, that she would become a walking breathing man magnet when she least wanted and least needed it. So immediately she set off to disguise her scent, rolling in the dirt and keeping her tail tucked. Some mint and lavender would do well but she had no idea where to find those herbs around these parts.

walking, breathing man magnet kazimir was indeed. admittedly, thorn had taken brief note of the mocha she-wolf, a passing glance here, a precursory study there - he lived alongside her, and had seen her from time to time going about the many duties stigmata imposed upon them.

but now, the brute took too keen an interest in her, for her scent was heady and suggestive, and woke in the beast an old excitement. if he took casual notice of her before, he took invested interest in her now -- he had seen her try to muddy her scent, but a wolf's nose always knew.

he always knew.

he had not seen stigmata make kazimir his own yet, and so, the black eyjolfur slithered after kazimir, following after her at a safe yet visible distance.

She went nowhere near the borders in fear that with such a strong scent coming off of her she would be accused of trying to mark the land in a way she hadn't earned. Instead she roamed the lakeside area, her gaze roaming the path ahead of her and ears swiveling a bit as she kept track of the wilderness around her. It was a habit from being a lone wolf, this constant alertness though unfortunately this time it failed her. She wasn't aware of the male trailing after her, inhaling the perfume of the passion that could be like some perverted lovesick puppy. Unaware she picked a spot by the lake and tested the ice, earning a creaking sound as the ice proved to be weak. She lifted her paw up and struck the thin ice repeatedly until it broke.


As the frigid water flowed from the broken ice she lowered her muzzle and drank deeply, eyes lifting as she drank to survey the area. It was then she caught sight of a male though due to his dark appearance she couldn't tell whether this was Corvus or Thorn. Both of them had yet to be met but she had seen them in passing since joining. Wary of her scent she kept a fiery eye on him and continued drinking.

he lingered as kazimir punctured the ice, watching as she extracted her slim paws from the water and drank. his own thirst burned in the back of his throat -- and in bold steps, the brute strode towards her.

he was neither bashful nor hesitant as he aligned himself alongside her flank, a wary eye kept on her (noticing too the scalding rake of her gaze) as he did so. lowering his head, the male lapped hungrily at the water, savoring that he could both sense and feel kazimir's body so close to him.

To say she felt nothing would be a lie and she wasn't a liar. His watchful gaze started a slow burning within her loins and the tip of her tail flicked once as for a few moments she pondered whether or not the gratification of sex would be worth messing up her standings with Stigmata right off the bat. The second the thought crossed her mind she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Ruin a chance at being what could possibly be the most powerful pack in the region? Never. Despite her resolve as he crept closer she inhaled sharply, licking her maw nervously as suddenly the water did nothing to quench the different thirst she now felt. She allowed him to take his place next to her, to stay close with their bodies nearly touching. It was torturous. It was a sweet, aching kind of torture. She swayed closer her body acting of it's own accord and the instant her fur brushed his she lifted her head and moved away, fiery gaze burning brighter. "Stigmata has not giving me permission to breed. Not only that but it isn't quite time yet." she said this firmly though her eyes swept over his body. He was handsome but not as handsome as their leader who she knew had the right to claim her if he so desired. The idea of offering her body to either of them to produce strong, fiercesome offspring was something that she desired to do....so she silently vowed to go to Stigmata as soon as this male had stopped trailing her.

he supped from the icy brink, noticing the burn of the she-wolf's stare upon him. lifting his jaws from the water, thorn was surprised to have so direct a speech handed to him.

noncommital in light of such wet blanket news, the male simply grunted and stepped over the icy pool. her scent was thick in his senses, obstructing much of his thought -- but while thorn had been given permission to breed, he had been told of the iron liege's preference to seek women outside of his harem.

despite the urge to cover her, thorn kept his lust at bay for fear of raising stigmata's ire; he padded off and was gone for some time. when he returned, he trailed whatever scent kazimir had left behind with a dangling hare in his jaws.