Chimera Fields white fever

She waited with baited breath. Scanning the horizon for anyone who might come. Her nose lifted to test the air, while her tail waved with a mind of it's own, high above her hips. For a moment, she wondered if no male would show. If they had all had their fill, their needs sated. That if to them, she may just be undesirable leftovers.

It was not to be. The one who emerged to greet her was a surprise, but a pleasant one. Cerne. The man of Natigvik. The soothsayer. Normally, the Tundrian would have withdrawn for fear of jeopardizing the relationship between the three packs. But she had no such thoughts this time. In the low light, she breathed. "Cerne...we meet again..." She rushed up towards him, so unlike her dignified self. Pushed in close, bold and forward to breathe in his scent. To touch the blood russet of his fur at his cheek, if he would allow.