Fox's Glade Impulse

the effects of the plants she ingested as to force her body into oestrus had begun to vane, indelicately pulling her from blissful intoxication into uncaring reality. winter's dying breaths tugged at bernadette's fur as she retreated to the protective embrace of bear claw valley, unplannedly retracing her steps from the night she left its confines to sate her body's needs.

it seemed that as her time ended, another's began. a desirous call, which the dog could not copy, spread from the heart of the glade, scaring a flock of birds which rose in a blackened cloud.

with her stilted gait the bearwoman approached the lustful one's location, doing nothing to hide her coming, thinking their allegiance inconsequential to her.

she found them, a thing small for a wolf and smelling of ursus beneath the thick scent of heat. inconsequential.

the beardog emerged from the greenery, a slight curve to her lips and dark eyes shadowed by awnings of thick chow brows.

"you'll find no good men in ursus." the supplicant told the other in her gravely voice. "between a husband and a widower, the one that remains is a fool."