Duskfire Glacier [m] one human, one Made,

Something lingered in the air throughout the day, a light scent the summoned him to venture from his den. Rye ignored it in the beginning, chalking it up to boredom, taking the time to preen the last bits of blood infused hairs from his bicolored fur but as the smell remained, ill contentment slowly bubbled beneath his skin. His mind wanted answers but an elusive need to know zipped throughout his body, a secret craving not even the male himself could pin down. After grabbing a painkiller leaf with his teeth from his makeshift medicine cubby beside the den, Rye set out to settle whatever needed to be settled. He chewed the herbal painkiller as his nose lead him aimlessly forward, no real precise direction in mind, only aimless walking. The aroma teased him as it grew in strength, a sliver of hormonal aggression slipped through his lips in the form of a throaty growl. No longer was his wants optional to discover, it developed into a drive to seek it out. The familiarity dragged him back to the night with Tzila, revitalizing the deep fierce desire to produce offspring Rye held after their night. A black nose lifted into the air, greedily and hungrily pulling in as much air as the lungs below could hold. She was close, Iana or Imaq, it truly did not matter. The physical switch had begun long ago, a secret mission given by natures sly calls. His scent developed into a harsher, more pungent smell but it went unnoticed to the nose blind man. Dominance begun wrapping its web around Rye, he was getting impatient from the lack of knowledge and sight. He wasn't going to let Wintersbane rob him of his chance again. The hotahs brown eyes searched his immediate surroundings for the similarly colored females, the brown and green backdrop made for an easy scan. It yielded what Rye hoped for, Imaq, the ivory draped woman standing frozen in the range before him.
No time wasted. The distance was short but felt excruciatingly long to him. He was bold with his approach, (if allowed) snaking his muzzle along the side of Imaqs neck. Her savor inebriating, enchanting. The besotted male turned to gaze at the intoxicating woman, his eyes glossy with infatuation. "Need some company?" He purred, honeyed words but ones that still held intense passion.