Haunted Wood Things are changing

It would soon be that time of the year again. There were many females around, it was beginning to be difficult to keep his paws off of all of them. Their heats were rolling around, and the possessive feeling over them all was beginning to rise; all he had to do was focus on the one in particular. Serem. His consort, the one who had offered herself to him with the same desire to create strong progeny. 

It was she that he sought out. Skulking through the haunted woods with misty tendrils snaking around his muscular frame as he followed her scent, that perfume that only grew sweeter by the day. As the woman's figure came into sight, he continued his path just to brush up against her, allowing his frame to curl around hers briefly in an action as close to romance as the Warlord could. The season is nearing.