Duskfire Glacier [m] may stars align

already too familiar with the scent of heat; it cloys 'round him, teasing his nostrils flaring to drink in the smell. his steps pause, his purpose, previously written into each heavy footfall as he treks across his claim forgotten; gone with the wind that all too happily took it away. whatever he'd been doing — could wait. as lane did, tzila sought him out — or so he assumes given that she, too finds herself in his vicinity — and it is a swell to his ego. it didn't matter the superficial reasons: was it because he was alpha? or something else?

her scent calls to him; like a siren song and he turns to face her, a low crooning rumble in his scarred throat.