Phantom Hollow here i found no self control

It started innocently enough. A feeling like a light fever overtook her while she slept; she woke up late in the day, flustered, as if a dream had turned down a path she had not expected and left her filled with yearning. There was an itch just beneath her skin that she tried to ignore. Not sure of what she was feeling nor why (and presuming she was merely overtired after the great ordeal of heartache and travel across mountains) Ibis knew one thing for sure: she needed to get away. Stretch her legs.

Unwilling to involve herself with the wolves of Kaistleoki despite their arrangement, Ibis chose a direction and began to march. As she went, she felt the chilled spring air and smelled the steely notes of coming rain; so she sought shelter, a choice which drove her in to a foreign woodland expanse. She was oblivious to her condition and to the threats others might pose to her - all that was certain was the girl's desperate desire for physical contact which grew the more she roamed.

Precursor to her full heat. Open.