Redhawk Caldera [m] Pray, Montana

He noticed her with the change in wind, and Fox pricked her ears forward when he turned and locked eyes with her. "Your scent…" he said, quietly. At first, she was not sure what he meant. But his immediate change in posture and attitude tipped her off quickly enough. "Already?" she thought, perturbed by the notion that it could be time already. She did not choose these things, though. Nature had a way of doing whatever she wished with her subjects, and Fox was much too weak against those forces to reject them.

A tingle of anticipation and excitement coursed through her when Peregrine drew close, licking, nipping, and nosing her. Fox's tail flitted anxiously back and forth, though it was not the type of anxiety that edged her away from her mate. Instead, she found herself returning the sentiment, lingering on Peregrine's scent longer than she normally would have.