Dragoncrest Cliffs Bodysnatchers

There isn’t much choice given when the howl makes it to their ears. Wildfire doesn’t fight the decision for her to stay and Thuringwethil to go, but she still does not move with speed. The days are easier for her to move and breathe freely and only too much exertion gives her pause in movements but she makes it to the borders a little slower than she likes. It is the southern portion of the redwood forest that she finds the unfamiliar scent. Something about it should be familiar, she notes, but she isn’t able to make the connection. And the fact he’s called for her mate does not seem to help.

Thuringwethil doesn’t say anything as she approaches the agouti male, watching him hover on the outskirts of their claim. She chuffs slightly as she closes the distance, hear squared between her shoulders and tail arched: what?