Neverwinter Forest When I'm with you

PRE-PLAGUE THO

Something had come over Eshe in days of late. She was hot and cold, and though she desired to be near Scimitar, she also drew away from him. Never was she cruel and never did she bare her fangs before him, but it was clear she was under some amount of duress. Such a thing had been occurring for a little under a week, and here, this day, it was revealed to her why! Her changing scent had been the first clue, but Eshe knew nothing of that. The woman had thought she had missed her heat, but she had been wrong, wrong indeed. Bazi had not stressed it out of her, as she had fled from Everwinter before she could even be on the cusp of it.

And now, it had come, truly. Eshe was in need, and pined, though she did not know for what. Her tail lashed wildly behind her, wafting the tell-tale odor around Neverwinter as she moved through the wood. She panted heavily, her eyes looking but not really seeing as she pressed against the tree, yearning for contact, and not yet comprehending much else.