Northstar Vale i, kissed

Olive hadn’t felt much of need to leave the sanctity of the willows during her season, this year. After the activity of the fertility festival, there were few things that could draw her from the safety of Elysium anyways — it was not that she felt the need to protect herself, since she was feeling [was?] rather invincible — it was just that everything she wanted was swathed within the drapery of the lovely willows, and everything that she did not want was outside of it. The fact that she was in heat simply did not factor into it. All of her itchy-restlessness that she felt, she channeled into the very necessary activities that were required to produce children — in fact, that did not leave much time for anything else.

But this one day, the spiced druid looked out from the bossom of her lands and wondered what wonders might be occurring just beyond what she could sense from here. Life was so great within the sanctuary; perhaps it was even more splendid outside of the home she knew and loved so well. What types of wolves could she meet? What types of things were happening that she might lay witness to? She was missing out on so many things, surely! Olive found that her mouth began to salivate, her nose began to twitch and her tail began to sway — and before she knew it, the dove flew from her nest and she indulged in all those things her heart currently pined for.

Her saccharine heat-scent, which before she brandished almost as a perfume, she now wore as a woman’s @Stigmata — but if there was any danger to this act, Olive was blissfuly unaware of it. Her life was sweet and safe, and it was because the wheel of karma was turning in her favor, and had been for a while. The universe took care of her, as it always did, in the ways that she could not even begin to recognize or count; and at this moment, the universe was rewarding her with the vivid sights, smells and feels of the mountains in the soggy, early springtime.