Chimera Fields white fever

The call roused him from sleep. Cerne's ears perked up — the voice, he knew it. He gave his own low crooning call, and made his way towards her, leaving the village far behind him. Her scent called to him, and he drank it in, deeply. It was heady, and it stirred something deep within him.

He saw her on the horizon, and he picked up his pace, slowing once he was near. He gave a soft chuff of greeting. "Keyni..." His voice was huskier than usual, his burnished gold eyes alight. His tail lifted, giving a gentle wave.