Honeyed Pasture ah, there's still time

Away from Moonglow, Keyni's body had undergone a new change. One that she had started to doubt she would ever experience. Her skin flushed and feeling prickly, the symptoms were clear that her heat had arrived. She hadn't expected it to come on so sudden. Or so late in the season, with summer just on the horizon. Being of a rational mind, one who rarely gave into her emotions and baser instincts, she promptly did her best to ignore the cues of her body.

That meant keeping herself occupied, in any way possible. Helping out around Moonglow could only last for so long. She was watchful and alert, ready to firmly drive off any males who appeared a little too interested in her. It may be her first season, but the tundrian cross was not at the stage in her life where she was ready, or wanting to accept the fruits of caving in to the needs of her body. She had other ambitions.

In the open, spacious pastures to the north, she roamed freely. But not without purpose. She struck out in hopes of tracking down or discovering any resident herds of elk, deer or possibly even bison in these parts. Knowing what resources were available where and when, would be of benefit to the pack, should Moonglows resident herd up and leave.

A black smudge amidst the sea of honey grass made her pause, jade eyes squinting. Seeing the wolf shaped outline made her tense instantly. In her condition, she wasn't exactly in the mood for company. A closer look earned her the flash of distinct sharp blue eyes. There was only one wolf with such a look. Antares. Normally she would have been sauntering up to greet him in seconds. But not today. Wary and on edge, Keyni sunk back low to the ground, ears flat, hoping he would pass her by without notice.