Ravenshook Cliffs [m]song of growth

It was not the burning wash of her own heat which woke Marina, but the scent of Tullik. Her season; her fire. Chakliux lingered in her thoughts even as she trailed the woman. The truth of her own season came to her as she departed the lodge, and there was fear in it — but only a little. She was safe here, with them, and even found it in herself to wonder with a touch of amusement what Chakliux would think to find both of his wives in need of his attention.

Marina shot glances behind her, watching for their husband. She drew up alongside Tullik with a soft chuff, a brush of their shoulders. It was an odd feeling, an odd mix of agitated instinct and desire. She glanced behind them once more. Chakliux would not be far behind.