Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

Though Iaghe had pulled away from her, Fleur did not feel that sting of abandonment. At the very least, Iaghe did not run from her like Andr had done. It still hurt to think about, but she knew that it was not from just her. 

Cheeks heated at Andr’s vague explanation. She did not quite understand the word “estrus”, but she felt the intention of it. “I am…sorry…if it is offensive. I didn’t know, I’ll keep my distance. Your comfort matters to me, too.” She looked at Iaghe, wondering if her smell bothered her. Deciding it would just be best, she pulled away, tail tucked to help her situation.

Eyes looked to the darkening sky and back to the pair. “It is getting dark…should we move off and find shelter? We don’t have to go back into the Sentinels.”