Emberwood Sundew [m]

He'd meant to go no further than the marsh. Kel's intentions didn't seem to have much bearing on reality these days, though. The scent and the calls drew him through the wetland and into the Emberwood with paws muddied and pelt in disarray from carelessly brushing through whatever foliage was in his path. He thought many things as he followed, overwhelmed by a looming sense of helplessness.
He remembered none of them by the time he found her. Tall and pale and shrouded in a pack scent he did not know. Kel slowed before he got too close, self-conscious now, aware of his untidy state and the fact that she would know what brought him here. She would know how little control he had over himself. This was forbidden and he knew it. That thought was enough to halt him, but not enough to turn him back, and so at first he only chuffed hesitantly and tapered his pursuit to a slow stop.