Ocean's Breath Plateau Tonight

Warbone was prowling, as he mostly tended to do— head low and tail waving in slow, casual sweeps of his hocks. The previous day he had wandered past Moonspear, a place he knew by scent only, and inexplicably he searched its reaches for a flash of red fur. But he crossed no one, let alone the fox-furred Gamma of the western Wilds peak, and he continued on past the territory. The brute rested for much of the day, lulled by the sharpening scent of salt, but as late afternoon bled into twilight, he found himself completely abandoning the looming woods and padding across a cold, sandy plateau on the way towards the ocean.

A scent, much more powerful than the draw of seawater (or even prey), and his trajectory altered. The hunter's body assumed a posture he was not aware he carried with him, and with a tall head and ears pressed forward, he searched for the source of the nectarous smell. His tail lifted and swayed back and forth like the needle of a metronome. He couldn't see all of her, but as he came nearer, he could see the cloying gray female half-buried in a bed of her own making. Her receptive scent— attractively saccharine, boiling his blood the longer he stood there— made Warbone approach with little hesitation.

He came forward to inhale her, nose searching her body as he boldly expressed a silent desire to participate in her arousal... despite any protests she might have displayed in that instant. He would jump back if she snapped, but the virile hunter was not to be so easily deterred.