Shy Deer Steppes Lover, lover. We ended just as lovers.

@Horosk backdated before he joined GB

[table width=85%][tr][td]She had the worst sensation that she'd been here before.

The shiver down her spine, the unease stretching thinly across her chest as if to suffocate her; they brought forth the notion that this place was important somehow. 

It was as dry and desolate as her memories indicated. Few signs of life could be found, save for the scraggly foliage clinging to the dusty soil with determination. The plant life was accompanied by the tracks of some variety of deer Liri had never seen and the tiny trails of snakes. 

The pale fae noticed this subconciously, the familiarity of the landscape hovering at the back of her mind like an itch. The thing taking up the forefront of her thought was the claustrophobic, maddening need. It was hotter than the warming temperatures of Teekon and demanded to be recognized. 

Liri, who had never experienced anything like it, could not deny it anymore than she could breathing. The only problem was that she lacked an available, virile male to help her with such a situation. 

The tangled forest where she had last seen Adrastos and Horosk had been left behind in favor of lands farther from Broken Antler Fen. The ivory pelted woman was on the search for someone, anyone, who could get rid of the hormonal urges rushing her body. 

Liri drew to a halt, frustration taking over her features. Ears flattened with annoyance, the black-stripped female tipped her head back and howled. 

It was not a howl with a message. It was a howl with every bit of unsatisfied desire and carnal want laced into it. It beckoned for whomever might be able to help to come do so, and quickly.[/table][/tr][/td]