The wind threatens to tear us apart

The golden girl was in the midst of her heat, and had enjoyed a few fun hours with @Adimar already. All of the physical contact had worn her out, and she now slumbered in her den that she shared with Adimar. Her scent had wafted through out their little patch of land, her smell like a beacon to nearby males. So far, they had been lucky. But she had no idea how long that luck would hold.

(Just a small intro on my part, since she is sleeping feel free to skip her.)