Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

A sliver of pride drifted through Andr's mind, seeing Iaghe approach Fleurette. She'd been a helpless skittish stray only a year ago, cowering on that rock, afraid to accept kindness. Since then, she'd allowed him to travel at her side, ran into a blazing forest to aid a stranger, and was now comforting a girl she had only recently met. 

The moment between the two she-wolves was short-lived as Iaghe pulled back. Fleurette, so eager to give affection, and Iaghe with only so much she could take. But it felt so good to have her retreat back to his side, that despite the time they had spent apart her doors were still open to him, and every occasional brush of her against him was a reminder that she was safely tucked away in his pocket.

Fleurette went on to clarify how she had brought Iaghe here, hoping to give Iaghe a similar help that he had given Fleur in the days prior. However, his minute hesitations towards Fleur did not go unnoticed. With the initial worries of the grander situation stabilized Fleurette's attitude took a shift back to her more energetic self as she questioned scent.

Andr didn't wish to speak of it, but it was something that would need to come up eventually. "No Fleurette. Forgive my... discontent. You do not 'stink'... That said you are beginning to produce a scent signaling your transition into... estrus." he hoped that was all he needed to say, that she could put the remaining pieces together. But would he be so fortunate?