Blacktail Deer Plateau Slow burn

 

Catori had felt more anxious the closer they had come to the pack lands. It was a sort of pickling sensation along her spine, down every nerve, to the tips of every hair. It wasn't a bad thing to branch out and get out if the territory but it was a harder pill to swallow to be apart from Grayday and the children who weren't even children anymore. She hadn't egged Aviana on too fast, enjoying the chance to get to know her more. 

Still, the very moment that her eyes caught sight of the familiar and well loved slope up to the heights of the plateau she was near dancing in her steps. Grayday's scent was even stronger, Catori licking her lips and letting out a low whine at the prospect of finding him. The low itch at that point threatened to engulf her, the female slipping through the trees and weaving her way across the pack lands in the hopes of finding her husband sooner rather than later.