Blacktail Deer Plateau is one good lie and a river of blood

solveig is not the only one whose season has started.

rusalka can smell it upon the grasses of the plateau, on the rough bark of the trees. it lingers in every breath he takes, igniting all of his worst traits. it drives him to the borders that he prowls with a possessiveness, ready to assert his dominance at any small given moment.

and when he burns, he seeks @Solveig, more than happy to isolate himself away with her and give her all of his attention.

rusalka slips out of bed with a kiss to his wife's cheek; making a beeline to the borders to mark them with a ferocity that belays the heightened testosterone he feels.