Deepwood Weald main kya karoon ram

when yakone woke that morning, she felt... different. there was a restless urge, a yearning in her bones that she could not name. the significance of the change was not lost on her, but kona was unaware of the nature of what had befallen her. instinct only took her so far, and she had never been interested enough in the specifics of things like mateship and procreation to make that final leap.

her first heat was here, but all yakone knew was that she desperately did not want to be alone. it was that feeling that drove her into the forest. and eventually, a lurking figure caught her attention. an agouti wolf lingering at the peripheral of her vision. she barked, tail starting to wave in anticipation of company. come and say hello, her voice invited, oblivious to the dangers of the company of men during her heat.