Swiftcurrent Creek Maybe he love me- Maybe he doesn’t love anyone.

Walking heatedly through the frosty trees, Shaara fumed to herself as she blocked out her pheromones and juices slandering the frozen woods with the same condemnation she was pissed off partially about. As she got deeper and deeper into the thicket of the trees, she thought her thoughts would lessen in their intensity, but her nativity and her irritation at the speed at which nothing was seeming to get solved only made a much more lethal brew of irritation. 

When she finally thought she was far enough enough from the mess that was being made at the borders of their home, she searched out heatedly for @Constantine , not trying to bring anymore attention from other packmates, not attract the ones that she didn’t even consider one of them.