Swiftcurrent Creek and i'll use you as a warning sign

In her time searching, she’d come up ruefully short. The end of her time was coming, fast. She was still quick to her feet and continue her search in the morning, but the urgency that propelled her out into the wilderness beyond the pack’s claim had begun to fade. She’d only have a matter of days now, she thought, before her season was up.

She loathed to think she might be so undesirable that none would have her. She moved swiftly, quietly, but crooned a low, sultry note to reach the ears of any male in the area. She’d caught the scent of one, and had began to follow his tracks. She was groomed, so that her silver-misted fur might glean. And the siren song she wailed into the distance called out to him, begging for him to come and fulfill her desires.