Wild Berry Meadow (m) And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear.

wintersbane scouts the land below the sunspire, beneath the watchful loom of the sawtooth. searching for the missing agana while young astraeus is left to the care of wylla to feed. why, wintersbane doesn't know. to plead for her to come back? to chase her off and tell her to never return? part of him hopes he doesn't find her. so that he could claim guardianship of what he feels will be the closest thing he will come to a child of his own this season. the brewing jealousy he feels at wylla and mahler's cubs ...at the women bearing cubs within their wombs that are not his — it grows stronger even if it strikes him as uncharacteristic of him.

he surmises that agana is not out here — finds that he is neither surprised nor cares — when he is tempted from returning home by the perfume of heat; intoxicating. like a moth drawn to the flame he seeks its source out like a guided missile. he knows he should ignore it. he should turn around and return to his spire ...but he's always been weak.

it does not take him long to find her; cloaked in soft creams and tans. lovely. if wintersbane would be paying attention beneath the insufferable scent of her heat he might've recognized reiko's scent ...but as it is, her heat is all he can focus upon. his interest shows in the stalwart set of his shoulders, the curious glint of his glacial gaze, the sweep of his tail; it lives in the chuff to announce his presence to her.