Bearclaw Valley devil underneath your grin, sweet thing

*tries to get back into wardruna's groove* tagging for reference!

wardruna spends a lot of time practicing his hunting skills outside of the valley. part of him secretly hopes that he might come across addie's scent trail. mostly, he's trying to avoid being around all the females in heat lest he ...slip. he has no standing within the pack to breed and he knows himself well enough to know that temptation is not something he's ever been able to resist. the scent of estrus calls to every cell in his body, riles in his blood and rankles like a festering wound. at times it pulls him out of the territory for hours at a time. sometimes it is all day and well into the night. when he does return he nests with his wives, burying his nose into someone's neck so that he might be consumed with @Poet or @Sif's scent instead. it doesn't entirely mute out the scent of estrus but it's worked so far.

it's early morning, before the sun has risen in the distant horizon, when he stirs from slumber and careful not disturb sif or poet rises from his place beside them and exit's their abode to run a patrol. it feels good to stretch his legs and he's able to lose himself in the mindless routine of it, one ear cocked, the only sign that he's paying attention to his surroundings. he appears lost in thought but deception is a game he's good at and multi-tasking is a skill he learned early in his life.