Heron Lake Plateau got me praying, man, this hunger

*insert eggplant emoji here*

 

Rannoch paused midstep; the fragrance he smelt was unmistakable. @Liffey was in heat—impeccible timing, mother nature. Although there were about a million and one things that he could complain about, the thoughts were disregarded instantly. Rannoch had business to attend to. They had been granted permission to breed, and now all that they had to do was, well, do it. 

With a newfound hunger and desire driving the former Alpha, Rannoch set off in the direction that the scent originated from. Liffey was safe, among family her family, but there was a certain possessiveness that overcame him—she was his, and there would be hell to pay if anybody (or anything for that matter) came between them.