Hushed Willows Hot when its cold

It was not a coincidence that Olive, too, was in heat. The universe worked in mysterious ways — and for women, it worked in a vortex of hormones and cycles that seemingly worked without reason. The midwife knew that one shewolf in heat might trigger the others (and vice verse — see, cycles!) but she did not know why, or how. So when the druid began her own season, she went searching for other who might have been caught up in it. She circled the sanctuary, each circle becoming smaller until she was cycling around the very epicenter of the jungle and all its vines; it was how Olive decided to channel her excess energy, and besides, she wanted company and the willows were much to quiet after the raucous energy of the fertility festival. 

The scent was strong and, though the druid took her time in approaching the young woman, it did not take her long. She took a moment to observe from afar — she didn’t recognize her, but that was not strange for a sanctuary which welcoming anyone and everyone into its borders. Still, the shakti woman did not worry; the sanctity of this area seemed to be widely respected, and no one had tried to transgress upon them yet despite all of Stigmata’s thinly-veiled suggestions. Instead, Olive was rather excited and pleased to see that it was a new face. It meant that Elysium was doing its job.

Suddenly aware that Olive too would have a difficult time keeping her presence a secret, she approached. With a smile and a dip of the maw, the shrouded woman greeted her with a humble  “This is a safe place,”  and a pause, and then  “there is no need to hid yourself.”  for they were equals at this very moment [and all other moments, of course] were they not?