Hideaway Strath When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.

THIS THREAD IS MARKED MATURE she is experiencing one of her first heat's and looking for company ;) I got inspired due to another post and just expanded upon it

The sun had set but the light had not yet completely faded leaving the world painted in half light and half darkness though the darkness grew and seemed to swallow the light quickly the day quickly coming to an end. It was her favourite time, twilight. Darkness would soon envelope the land making her time to ghost across the territory where she would be hard to spot by most. Her flawless pelt making her a perfect night operative.

Whrist was ever diligent of keeping the packs boarders well maintained and checking for any trespassers. She was early to her task tonight, the light still fighting to keep a hold of the land though it wouldn't last. The black wraith was restless her body burned with an energy all of it's own, it made her skin itchy and her scent thick. She couldn't hold still but nor did she want to be up and moving she needed something but she couldn't relax she was slowly going mad she was sure of it.

Still she followed along the outskirt’s of the pack territory. However rather then scent mark with pee as she normally would, she held off, she stopped occasionally and kicked dirt spreading scent with her paw pads. Her own scent was just to strong even for herself and some how deep down she felt that her scent might draw the wrong kinds of attention to the boarders of the pack lands. Thus her new strange marking ritual.

She moved along again, toward the next scent mark, keeping her eyes mostly to the outside of the pack lands for attacks normally would come from without not from within.