Hideaway Strath When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.

Kyn has been smelling all type of changing scents through the territory. It’s hard to keep your business your own when everyone is so close with one another. Especially when wolves have such good noses as they do. Kynareth’s for example is sniffing out quite a peculiar one at that. He knows it’s Whirsts, but the stark change in her scent of what calls him to it. He knows exactly what this is, she’s in heat and Kynareth is a weak man. Even though he’d just taken his fill with Simmik’s heat only some time ago, he’s greedy.

Self control out the window he follows it eagerly. Only finally finding her midnight form in the disappearing sun. Sidling up beside her he chuffs as to not scare her. It’s then he takes a big sniff and the hair along his spine prickles with anticipation.

“Whrist,” He begins in greeting. “how are you feeling, darling?” He wants to make sure even though there’s no way his nose is lying to him. He can hardly control himself by just standing this close.