Stavanger Bay Glimmer

Inkalorë had not intended to end up so near to the place of their birth; this was the place of their abandonment, too, the place where they'd first begun to feel quite different from the rest of the world. First shunned by their own father, then forgotten by their mother, hardly pursued by their siblings — why would they ever come back?

But here they were. And something was very off about them today. Some kind of feeling that manifested itself as a strange scent wreathed all around them. A restless, nameless urge. Inkalorë could not know they were in heat, but neither could they know that this was not a normal kind of heat. They felt very sick, and that was all Ink really knew.

So when they stumbled across the familiar scent of their sister laced into the border markings of a small pack, they found themself eager for the comfort of something known. Inkalorë howled a little hesitantly for @Vairë, then took a few steps back, overcome by nervousness. It had been a long time since they'd spoken. Perhaps Vairë did not want to talk or be bothered by Inkalorë and their strange problems. But even their worry could not snuff this small hope, and so they waited.