Chimera Fields Just Keep Hunting Just Keep Hunting

Every time Dwin wondered, why the hell she hand Sylvie had chosen to go in winter and not at a time, when temperatures were more welcoming and food was more prevalent, she had to remember the very long list of all the things that had hindered them from doing so. Funny, how you forgot the hard times, once they were over. Now and then Dwin had even caught herself considering marriage and children in the future, the idea that horrified her to the very core. It turned out that nature had a way of smoothing over the bad experiences, when it came to ensuring that the species survived. 

Geez! Get a grip, you young hag!

Dwin rolled her eyes at herself, because thoughts had yet again wandered in the forbidden territory. She blamed it on the season, which seemd to happen almost simulatenously in every pack around, sending clouds of pheromones all over the lands and poisoning the common sense of reasonable people. Such as her. Moon packs were even worse, because nearly all of them were run by she-wolves. Dwin had nothing against female domination, she embraced it and encouraged it. Save for the spring-time, when for inexplainable reasons all the common sense and emancipation was thrown out of the den. Corsets and pretty dresses back and on and let's woo the men.

Yuck.

Dwin scrunched her nose, remembering vividly her own "drunkenness" around Teya. She still felt embarrassed about the trick nature had played on her brain, reminding her that she was just as susceptible to the poison as everyone else of age was. Speaking of which...

So deep in her contemplation she had been that only now did she notice that she was not the only person in the fields. With the difference that the other wolf appeared to be preoccupied with problems that required an action not just fruitless contemplation. 

"You need any help?" Dwin spoke up, eager to have a distraction.