Great Bear Wilderness coming down on a sunny day.

Spring was driving him wild. For Cara, especially. But he was experiencing that dangerous affliction, that infected all men at this time of year.

Spring fever.

The Gamma of Ouroboros Spine paced through the woods, attempting to ride himself of all of the desires that was starting to burn through his body. He could not stand to stay in the Spine for long; her scent was everywhere, dammit all. And she was growing closer to her second year. Once that day came, her heat would too, and he had no idea how he could handle himself.

The Gamma sighed, blowing out all of the hot air that was kept tight in his system. She was too young for him. Three years his younger, and not even sexually mature. What was wrong with him?

He did not have to mull over his potential pedophilic tendencies for long, for he was distracted from the sounds of bones crunching. Was a kill nearby? The dark wolf strode towards the sound, feeling another kind of hunger control his body, a more primeval one. But to his disappointment, it was only a female. That wasn't Cara. Dammit. "You're one of those Caldera wolves aren't you?" He snorted, catching a whiff of her smell.