Duskfire Glacier Who does your honor sleep with at night

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Lmk if you want something changed! Also gonna slap a big ol M on this bad boy just in case

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His eyes were set on the woods nearby but a flash of lightning revealed a body in his peripheral vison, Rye stopped and stared, unable to see clearly amidst the blurry rain that splashed on his nose. He welcomed the thought it was Iana or Imaq, their heats were not upon them yet, or so Rye guess, and he wanted their company to further distract from himself. He approached, the figure became more defined and less familiar as he drew closer, his gait changed for a small trot to a hesitant walk. Having not yet smelled the females heat, Rye continued to approach still believing it had to be one of the aforementioned women but the revelation the she wolf was neither came with another flash of lightning. The hotah stared blankly, his body frozen as he closely assessed the unknown wolf. More flashes of lightning revealed her agouti coat that was similar to his, and along came a flurry of wind that shoved her scent into his nose. Rye breathed in, stopping himself short at the first whiff of heat but it was too late.

Much like Tzilas, the agouti womans aroma clung to his nose like sap to fur. His jaw tightened as he swallowed hard, weak attempts to keep his self control. Rye was bargaining, talking himself into giving in with sweet lies and it nearly broke him but for the moment he held firm. His heart raced and his breathing hitched, what was he to do? 

"You're— You're in heat." Was all he could muster, not much in the way of conversation but his brain was elsewhere, willfully goading Rye to achieve his newfound desires; but like Tzila was it too late?