Broken Antler Fen Before The Morning After

Ambrosia groomed for a long while, nearly finishing her pelt as she scented Sebastian. Heart pounding, the soft young she-wolf pulled herself into a sitting position and caught sight of his charcoal fur through the trees, even in the dark of night. Should she say something?"
       "Sebastian?" 
Her voice seemed to have decided for her as his name escaped her throat, questioning his existence. It was breathy, light, but she didn't doubt that he heard it: if it really was Sebastian and not just her imagination. Her lemon eyes strained for a definite answer, and it was leaning towards yes. Sebastian really was walking right towards her. Had he followed her? What was he planning? What would he say? What would SHE say? Thoughts raced through her mind as he drew closer, and her heart threatened to leap from its bony cage. Her pelt warmed with anxiety, even more so when her scent of heat drifted from behind her. With a grumble, she realized she probably should've kept her muzzle shut and went the other way. Except if he was looking for her, he'd just follow the unmistakable scent of heat to her....