The Sunspire [m] feather blanket

The...smell? Did she mean the strange smell that eminated from her when Yuki located her. I had been wondering where that strong scent came from. Although it was not a scent that was entirely unknown to the girl.

It was familiar -- and seasonally, similar fumes came from the older women within her old clan -- sometimes around her age. Her father said it was part of the process that made puppies, but strangely refused to go into further detail, saying that mother would explain it better when she'd been old enough to go through it herself. Actually, trying to ask him further was met with a look of discomfort.

Oblivious was the girl to the process this one would call madness of sweet fire -- in a tounge she could not decipher -- as Yukimi had never gone into heat before. Yet by the way the woodland woman described it, it struck fear into the young girl's heart. What? That sounds terrible! She exclaimed -- how could any man risk the safety of a woman like that!? Did her own mother have to run away from scary men like that, too? You are in danger, then? Has anyone tried to harm you? 

Alone...well, not really. Alone she was not, even if home was no more -- Yuki was greatful for that. She was pretty sure guards from the Dynasty were out seeking her family's heads by now. I have been traveling with my friend! He rescued me when I washed ashore with a broken rib. Um...it hasn't fully healed yet, though.