Duskfire Glacier [m] may stars align

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Forward dated to the 25th.

Ever since she and Wintersbane had shared their one on one, meaningful conversation out on the expanse of the ice fields, Tzila had not been able to shake his words from her mind. The remembrance of his voice still clung to her, refusing to be shushed. Perhaps more troubling, if she could even call it that, was the swirl of hope ever present deep in her gut.

Dark lids slid down over her eyes slowly, paired with a gentle exhale of a sigh. She should know better. Know not to get her hopes up. To let this feeling spread and grow more than it did. From life experiences, she had been conditioned against such a thing. Just look at the wreckage of her past year.

But, even shadows could not exist without light.

Duskfire Glacier and all its wolves had become a steadily growing flickering flame in her life. All of her pack mates she was fond of. Felt the beginnings of a connection to, in one way or another. Some deeper than others. There was not a single wolf here whom she didn't like. She trusted them. Felt here, with them, an uncanny sense of unity that she had never sampled in her life before. She wanted it to last. Wanted it to work, this time.

The prickle she had felt in her core had spread. Transformed from just a flutter, to a deep tingle, wriggling just beneath her skin. With it, came a dramatic spike in her energy. A neediness and amplified primal instincts. With a fleeting cold shudder of dread, Tzila recognized the signals of her body all too well. Her time of estrus had come. 

Were the circumstances in her life different and less favorable, the dark woman would have acted as she normally would. Hole up and wait for her bodily demands to pass, as she was one who had always dreaded such a time of year. Even more reason for her to feel as such this season, given the loss of her son and ex-crush. 

But the pack, while small (and just the way she liked it, thank you) had not one, but two solid prospects. @Wintersbane and @Rye. Both of whom shared no commitment to other females and were stable, corner stone members. Not at all the likely type who would slip off the face of the earth. She didn't suspect them to be such wolves. Both she had spent quality time with and had gotten to know on a personal level. 

Ignoring her emotions, or trying her best to, Tzila set off, letting her instincts guide her. Feverishly, she tracked down Wintersbane's scent, desperate to seek him out. Her own filled the air like a lure. A signal tugging anyone of the opposite sex towards her, with a demand that could not be ignored. In a grove of trees of the outer lying forest, she stopped, inhaling what she had been seeking. Her tail wagged, spreading her scent further. He was close...