Starglow Basin see for me if her hair hangs low

Balarina was not far behind her; the wind had shifted and blown her familiar scent across the basin. Sensing that her friend intended to catch up, Journey settled in the rolling plains for a rest.

It was the morning after she'd run into Bushtit, and she was drawing closer to the pack she thought he'd indicated. She could smell their borders, now — and she wondered if the young man was now among them. She got the feeling he did not want to see her after being so meanly spurned. What a shame.

With her mind on the strange pack and excitement for the fair thrumming through her veins, she did not notice her own scent shifting, pre-estrus hormones manifesting in ancient and unseen ritual.

Journey stretched out, lying flat in the grass and enjoying the sunbaked heat.