Redtail Rise they left a swimming pool of salted crimes, crimes

Circling the plains under a sky both bright and cold, River caught on to the telltale signs of a pack's borders and paused to check her surroundings. Under normal circumstances, she would not have thought twice about it, but intermixed between the predominantly masculine scents milling about was the smell of a she-wolf's estrum.

The Sandraudiga had intended a retreat into the Sunspires that day, yet this plan flew out of her head the more she investigated the area, and her journey became promptly and utterly stalled. She followed a trail on the wind with rising fervor, careful not to cross into the claim despite the fact that her blood rushed, roaring in her ears.

Lust had sparked a flame in her belly, and an envious whine escaped her clenched teeth as she searched for the source in a vain hope that it would be close to the borders. Though the more she paced the line, the fainter the scent seemed.