Blackfeather Woods Turn Off the Lights

Some of the women here were in heat. A dangerous position to be in with the males that dominated this pack's ranks. Quiet could smell the lust and blood oozing off of the forest. She was not attracted to it; she was more terrified to go near it - males were unruly in the grips of a woman's spell and she had too many unwanted encounters when she lingered around a female in heat.

But, somehow, she found herself in hearing distance of the woman in question. The woman was screaming at someone. Alerted, Quiet rushed over as quickly as she could, terrified that the woman was being forced into unwanted sex.

Her concerns, though warranted, were not needed. There was no one there other than the heat-swathed woman. Quiet opened her mouth and produced a barely perceptible squeak - no chuff has ever exited her mouth - to gain the woman's attention. Her body pressed down submissively, showing the brown and tan woman that she meant no harm.