Duskfire Glacier Who does your honor sleep with at night

Another flash of lightening, and the silhouette was closer. It was not Imaq-- the wolfdog possessed a distinctive frame and therefore was quickly ruled out, even with distance and low-lighting. It was not Iana either; that much was made clear by the man's larger, fuller frame, and of course by the fact that he was a man. 

Lane searched his face, squinting through the rain and the dusky lighting. Would he notice... it? Or had she washed it away? Maybe it was never there to begin with. Maybe Wintersbane had been wrong, and she had been wrong, and the hot, mess of emotions and desire churning beneath her skin was just.. something else. Maybe..

"You're— You're in heat."

Lane deflated. 

"Is it- is it that bad?" The words tumbled out of her mouth, laced with distress. She pressed her tail down, and her head dropped as well. Rainwater began dripping down her nose in a tiny rivulet. 

"Fuck.." she murmured under her breath. Fuck fuck fuck. "Uh.." her amber gaze flicked upward to met the stranger's eyes, silently pleading. She had fucked up big time, and she was in over her head.