Redtail Rise Never a diva but occasionally a real dick

Not twelve hours after her date with Luke, Smash's body began to go through the final stage of a phase begun two to three months prior: sexual maturation. She woke up to a heavenly smell and it didn't take her long to discover its source; she thrust her muzzle against her own rear end and inhaled deeply. An initial sense of amused (and slightly disgusted—there was blood involved) wonder eventually turned to a feeling with which Smash was not very familiar: creeping dread. She and Luke had gotten their freak on less than a day ago... in hindsight, how irresponsible were they?!

Now, half a week later, Smash had come to a decision about what to do. It would be weeks before she could confirm whether or not she was carrying pups. She wasn't going to take that risk, nor put that burden on Redtail Rise. Besides, as much as she liked Reek, Arion and even Saena, life here wasn't shaping up the way she had expected. Of course, she would mention neither of these things when she announced her departure. She would let the leaders know but give them some other reason. Maybe she would insist that she wasn't in heat but that she had strange and contagious lady problems instead and she was headed for a quarantined convent. Hopefully Saena would be too inexperienced and the men too squicked out to ask questions.

Smash smiled sadly, not at all feeling like herself. She made her way to the foot of the Rise, then sat and just stared off into the distance for a while. When she finally felt ready, the she-wolf lifted her dark muzzle into the air, calling for @Saena, @Reek or @Arion: the three highest-ranked wolves and the pack mates she knew best. She wouldn't leave without letting someone know. Abandonment just wasn't her style and she didn't want to go MIA on a pack already reeling from a similar scenario.