Ravensblood Forest Say my name

Forsyth raised her head proudly. The female, however, was not much of a fighter. She would if needed, ferociously but she rather keep her body free of wounds because she knew that scars came from wounds. If she was wounded she couldn't care for herself and be in perfect shape for cub bearing. The female's eyes traveled over the other, he had survived all those wounds. She had to keep it together now.

"Well then," she stated. "You will clearly know when I will in heat so I assume I will see you then," she stated. It was not much assurance of a coupling maybe her heat would decide that she didn't like the male. Clearly she was going to invite every male to see which would come out on top. She would make it very clear when she would want to be bred. Maybe more men would show up and she could have multiple males. Or even better, one win a fight for her.