Whitefish River Here we go

She is in heat. I cannot promise she won't attack whoever tries, but you're welcome to try.

Sadey moved through the thick forest and then landed near the river and even though it was cold as a witch's tit. She leapt into the water. Completely submerging herself and hopefully getting the stink of want off of her. She had no herbs to suppress. She snarled and she growled. She wanted to eleviate some of this god awful pressure. 

Her body was primed and she just wanted it to stop. She thought about the other ways she could release such this hell. She could find a female and double down. Or maybe all she needed was a good ole paw to paw combat. Just fight. Bites and claws and growls and maybe just maybe it would ease some. No man had been able to beat her in combat yet.