The Floodlands like a dog with a bird at your door

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missing mr @Colt so i am shaking a bag of treats at him. forward dated a little bit so threads in other locations make sense! set late at night!

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Oh, how stupid she was. 
As much as Wren wished she didn't, she had cravings. Perhaps it was the time of year; the way the sun was high in the sky for longer, a ticking biological clock within everyone calling them to action. Or maybe it was more of her own recklessness. Perhaps it had nothing to do with biology, and more of the fact that she lacked concern for her own wellbeing. Either way, the burning memory of his legs around her hips and the lingering promise of more was getting harder and harder for her to bury in the back of her mind.

They'd made a deal, had they not? 

Over the course of a few hours, Wren had made her way back to where she had first encountered him. The floodlands came into view, the cool blue moonlight shining on the banks of the delta acting as a beacon. When she parted her lips, she could almost smell him. Half-tempted to go further to the borders of his pack's territory, she stopped short when she'd begun to wade through the shallow overflows. A secret was a secret, and a secret they would be.

Dry land was a blessing, and one she didn't take for granted. Here she would perch, and throw her head back in a bellow. She could only hope he would recognize the sound of her voice.