Blacktail Deer Plateau you got me in love again

She felt flushed—the spring morning cast a warmer glow on the plateau which was promising, but as the silver-painted she-wolf pressed her nose to the shrubbery, she felt a faint but familiar itch upon the back of her nape.

Perhaps it should have brought joy—but instead, she could feel a spike of anxiety press upon her, and shifting, the svelte woman brushed her muzzle up, gaze squinting against the sun as she took in her surroundings.

Idly, she considered—and while she had foraged a bit of herbs, it wasn’t enough to sate her satisfaction of it. Still, she wound the little she did find within the rabbit skin before gingerly picking up the satchel—her slender form beginning to weave toward the borders, where she assumed her mate would likely be.