Boartusk Heights Golden Light Shining From Above [m]

For @Grayday ;) Here we gooooooo

Amber hadn't wondered why she'd been a little more.... Crazy of late-like being jealous of her sister and Heston, that she couldn't even be sure was really a thing- but she was starting to get upset about it. So just before the sun came up this morning, the pitch black woman struck again from the borders. She wasn't going to be gone long this time, but something just wasn't right-something she couldn't place.
Unfortunately, poor Heston was probably going nuts with the scent of Amber's heat strewn across the Creek lands-a scent she didn't yet notice was following her, and one effectively waving a giant, neon flag above the receptive female.
The shadowy fae didn't smell herself until she'd begun climbing the fringes of Boartusk Heights. She'd twisted her head around, over her shoulder, to look down at her progress, and the strengthening scent assaulted her nose. 
              "Shit."
Amber cursed to the wind, not bothering to keep her voice down-everyone within a few miles would be able to track her down soon. So, the femme did the only thing she could-the thing she was planning to do anyway-and kept climbing. It was only just lightening, and the highest spikes always presented her closer to the starts as she'd ever been. She wasn't sure what happened when a male found her-not if, when-since Spring and she had never talked about kids. She wasn't sure how Silver Creek worked in that fashion, but surely even if they were more traditional, Spring wouldn't kill her own kin? 
But did any of that daunt Amber, make her think to ask Spring first? No-in fact, she barely even thought about it- she had better things to do than worry. 
Perching on a thick tusk of stone, as high as Amber's paws could take her, the woman turned her eyes on the equally as blue sky, searching out all she knew and going over them once again for the memory.