Hoshor Plains next to you I'll lay my bones

All welcome!

When she awoke it was to inner fire — it'd snuck up on her while she slept, unexpected but perhaps not unwelcome. Still, it was inconvenient to have suddenly gone into heat when she was meant to be here on a visit.

She supposed it would just have to wait until business had been taken care of. She wandered south a ways, further from her relatives, and tipped her head back to give a welcoming howl.

She would always miss spending her beats with Adi, and raising his children with the hope that he would drop in or even stick around. As much as she'd hated it then, she would always be nostalgic for that time. But she'd gone through two years now of raising the children of strangers, and she'd found that it suited her quite well.

Why not try another year?

Easy settled in the grass and began to roll around, flattening herself a soft bed — and making quite a mess of her silvery pelt at the same time.

Beau thought it must have been his lucky day when a scent came to him on the wind. Sweet, familiar, undeniable. He had been waiting for it.

His paws worked quickly, tracking the source with haste. His caution was nearly thrown to the wind when he heard a howl sound out nearby, and given it was a woman, his hopes were not yet destroyed.

He soon found her; dark-coated, older, and alone. Beau paused, remembering his manners before he went charging.

Are you lookin' for company, ma'am? His tone was polite, but his eyes were not. They searched without hesitation, admiring each curve, blotch, and hair.

It did not take long for someone to find her. A stranger, to her relief. Easy eyed him up as he approached, her tail beating softly against the ground to broadcast her receptiveness. She still lay on her side, showing off the roundness of her figure — she thought that everyone ought to appreciate the fact that she had aged well, was well-fed, and could traipse about seeing anyone she liked.

"I am," she replied, though there was a sliver of censure in her tone. "My name is Ishara. Tell me yours."

She would know, she decided, if he was lying to her or not. Call her old fashioned, but she wanted to be able to tell her children the name of their father — even if fathers had never played a large part in her children's lives.

Beau couldn't help how his tail wagged, pushing him forward. He wouldn't yet close the distance.

You can call me Beau Cassidy, good to meet you Ishara. He answered in earnest, offering her a smile. Lying about his name wasn't a habit Beau had fallen into - why would he hurt his mama like that?

He liked her name, Ishara. It rolled off of his tongue so pleasantly, he could have repeated it again and again.. if he got lucky, maybe he would. Just for today.

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He seemed young and healthy. Younger and healthier than last year's father. Larger, too — though Easy couldn't complain about how last year's batch had turned out, either. Plus, last year's had stayed for the birth, and perhaps saved her life despite the loss of yet another third son.

No matter. She'd get him back somehow, just as she'd gotten Anurag back in Sumac. She'd made sure of it.

For now, there was a healthy young man right in front of her.

"Beau Cassidy," she repeated, committing it to memory. A dark smile stretched her scarred lips. "Tell me one thing, Mister Cassidy: do you think you can keep me occupied for a few days?"

She opened her arms to him, giving him a plush landing pad in the form of her thickly-furred decolletage. Any man of hers — for a lifetime or for an hour — would have to wrestle her before he got anything better. But that, she'd always rather thought, was just good foreplay.

Shall we fade here?