Luneshale Pass [m] peggy sue

set for may 24th.

Odessia rested fitfully the night before, waking often to turn over, scratch an itch, and generally be miserable. She was not a fan of this week, and she idly wondered if there was anything that would make it more bearable. Well, she did have one idea, but so far, she had seen no males. Even if she had seen one, she was not sure how she would react. Every female she had seen sent her into a tizzy, even more so considering they were also in heat. Something about their smell set her into pure anger-frustration-annoyance-bitch-beast mode.
Upon waking this morning, she had loped back north, happy not to run into yet another female in heat. Or anyone, for that matter. When she came to the pack boundary, Odessia's pace slowed and she halted a good distance away from the pungent smell of old urine. There were at least some male scents mixed in, and so she lingered a moment longer, debating on what to do. Finally, she threw back her head and howled a long, lonely note—an invitation.