Black Morass [m] my time

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ione stood at the edge of the sacred grove, the air around her thick with the tang of blooming herbs and the faint whisper of the wind through the ancient oaks. the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced like specters in the twilight. her posture was composed, regal as always, but there was a subtle tension in the way her ears flicked, her tail shifting against her hocks.

something within her stirred, undeniable and primal, a warmth blooming beneath her chest and radiating outward. she inhaled deeply, steadying herself against the sensation that had begun to creep into her thoughts, her pulse quickening in its wake.

it was time.

she tipped her head back, her voice rising in a clear, resonant call that echoed through the stillness of the grove. it was not a cry for the pack, nor an open invitation—it was specific, pointed. @Kovictus, she summoned, the reverend mother’s voice carrying authority laced with something softer, something only he was meant to hear.

ione lowered her head, the faintest curl of a smile brushing her lips as she waited, the fire within her igniting fully in the anticipation of his arrival.