Dawnlark Plains Praying for love in a lap dance

It had been awhile since Sen had left the territory, assuming it was because her heat as she had tried to do so before when they last saw each other. Finding himself in another deathly boring situation, he decided to pursue her, not for sex, for he learned he didn't lack self control when it came to. It was just largely difficult, but if she were to disguise the addicting smell, he figured it wouldn't be too difficult to just hold a normal conversation—as though it wasn't hard enough. Seeing as she had attempted to run toward Felltree Marsh as a hiding place, it was safe to say she would be there or at least around there, so he began his trek the last place the two had seen each other. Surprisingly, the dark fae hadn't taken much of his thoughts lately, as they had been before. Perhaps it was solely because he wished to get a release? Had sexual tension been what caused those thoughts? If so, he was disgusted in himself—for a second, and looked at the positive: she hadn't occupied his thoughts.

Maybe this would only last a short time and he would regain his initial annoying and confusing feelings, of you could call them that. Sen's scent lingering as to where he was, and it was looming stronger. He dreaded having to stomp through muddy landscape, while managing only to get his paws dirty. It wasn't until he exited the marsh did he get a real scent trail, and follow it he did. When spotting his co-alpha in the distance he tried his best to ignore her emanating heat. Slowing his steps, he made it known he had arrived, likely to her demise, again. "Running away, huh?"