Swiftcurrent Creek Men suffer more from imagining too little than too much.

Durnehviir's pale eyes followed Chusi's movement as she lowered herself onto the ground at her side, and she hoisted herself stiffly into a seated position. While the aroma that had concentrated parts of Swiftcurrent territory for the past few days had mostly diminished, it was becoming clearer by the minute that one of the pack's newest recruits was responsible for it. Frustration bubbled within the russet Frostfur - primarily aimed at herself for assuming her pack-mates would pick up the responsibility of keeping the offender in line.

"Oh?" Durnehviir asked, intrigued to hear what the younger female had thought of the situation she'd found herself in. "What were your symptoms?" She did not recall much of the frenzy she and Constantine had found themselves in a few months prior, but she knew enough to know what the end result would likely be. The only experience she'd had of the breeding season was a heat cycle the previous year, but she'd known better than to flaunt herself among the boys. Chusi mentioned one of her companions, Koji, and Durnehviir made a mental note of the boy's name should she need to reprimand him in the coming days.