Jade Fern Grove the ending and the beginning

As night descended upon the Teekons, a lone Libeccio sought shelter beneath the canopy of a great fern laden forest. He slipped beneath the curled fronds in complete silence—naught but a whisper on the gentle evening breeze. So far, his solitary existence was proving far more tolerable than the doldrums of his previous life. There was no council to scrutinize his every move; no higher ranked members to tell him what he could and could not do on any given day. He appreciated his freedom perhaps moreso than he would have as a younger boy, and was glad that he'd held out as long as he did.

The winds shifted then, and brought to him a scent that he'd been explictly forbidden to pursue: the heady aroma of a she-wolf's heat. He stopped dead and his heart skipped a beat. Slowly his head turned to face the wind, and his leathery nose flared as it drew in more of the telling smell. Nothing prevented him now from following through with the lust that was beginning to burn through him, right down to his loins. They nearly ached with pent-up desire. Libeccio changed course suddenly and, with ears perked and nose stuck out, went off in search of the alluring she-wolf. 

It didn't take him long to spot movement between the trees, and he quickened his pace to close the distance between them until he was mere yards away. Libeccio came to a halt and his eyes sought her own. He called out to her with a friendly chuff, but the rumble that was echoing deep in his throat bespoke of his raw need. But he hung back, patiently waiting for her to decide if she would entertain his company or not.