Blacktail Deer Plateau your scent is a sweet felony

 

Catori might have claimed it was intuitive fortune that lead her to the borders but in truth, it was Instinct. The seasonal shifts had already begun and Catori felt her body tensing and yearning, soon she'd be feisty and probably standoffish to the females of the pack and perhaps even worse to the males. She'd marked about half the borders when a faint scent caught her attention and she let out a near yelp - startled as she was by the approaching drift across the wind that sent her sprinting. 

The confirmation in the visual of the dark inkblot made her heart soar and at the same time sink. Seelie, who was more sister than mere cousin, was important enough half of the pack knew about her and yet Catori still had not swung back across the brine to introduce her mate to her family. "Seasprite," Came the breathy response straight from her heart, because still she had never seen anyone look so natural among the salt and the waves as Coelacanth. 

Catori sprinted, all worries forgotten and perhaps to a packmate she might have had a crisis. In truth, there was an elation at reuniting with her dark cousin that Catori made known by the whispered words of love as she nuzzled against the silky tresses the moment she was near enough to do so. Their love language was unique, formed with soft whines and gentle mouthing at one another - it was almost like regaining a sense she'd lost long ago.