Hoshor Plains Walk the room like you're on fire [m]

unlike the last time he was tempted by the familiar and primitive urges of his kith there is no basking. there is only the deep seeded urge to extinguish the fire; and once it is done she is up and away. she calls her name back to him as he turns his back upon her in turn. he is not sure what the point is — confident they will not see each other again; surprised by the minimal effort to make a connection with him with the way she was quick to escape his embrace soon as she could. pride smarting, he does not offer his in return; instead heading towards the nearest creek to wash her scent from his pelage before returning to his spire.