Bramblepoint 'cause I am the [m]aster of maintaining my disguise

The scent of ice and snow reached her before the sight of the man, and Sabah rolled her gaze to meet his own.

Greys of a lighter tone than hers, he was her exact opposite on the monochrome scale and she welcomed him forward with a breeze of her tail, accepting the close contact with a shuddering breath and an internal oh okay. Sabah’s had heats before, little stuttering mild ones due to stress and often, too little to eat. But here she was, well fed, no longer quite so stressed. Happy, healthy, hearty.

She swung her nose to the side, a heat seeking missile to find and interact with the coat of the male who had approached. A part of her bemoaned the fact that she didn’t even know this guy’s name, but the rest of her was beating that part off with a shovel and proceeding to bury it behind an old shack.