Heron Lake Plateau Troy, this is Midsomer

I love Qui, hehe. <3

Raven never quite knew how to interact with others, particularly males, when she was in season. It was complicated enough as it was, being a somewhat introverted individual already, but the hormones and the fire burning in her blood totally obliterated most of her inhibitions and common sense. When she greeted someone in passing, all she could think about was ripping their metaphorical clothes off and having her way with them. Male or female, it didn't matter. All of that had to be fought back and restrained just to say "hello".

And you thought Quixote needed a script!

This was why she became so reclusive during her estrus. It just made things so much simpler. But for the moment, her cover was blown and there was little she could do about it but hope that her scent wasn't too tantalizing. Or maybe she hoped it was. She didn't know.

He approached her with a friendly greeting, thanking her for her backup during the fight, and Raven shrugged. "It was a total shitshow," she agreed, shaking her head. "Thanks for being one of the few who weren't trying to kill my brother." She wagged her tail at him, its length brushing across the ground where she sat. Quixote was as much an enigma to her as she was to him. The gamma was taciturn and generally kept to himself, but Raven knew him to be a dedicated and trustworthy member of their pack. He was also looking really hot right about now, and she had to resist letting her eyes rove over him appreciatively.