Wapun Meadow hot dog season

Sif was officially freaked out. There was an odd scent in the air lately and she didn't know what to make of it. Not even when she drew near enough to see that it was emanating from Laurel. The dark girl liked closer, intent on asking the older girl, but soon turning in a wriggling, excited, anxious mess. Something about the scent made her fearful and energetic in turns, and she approached with her belly low to the ground, tail wagging frantically.

"Hi," she whined, trying to attack Laurel's chin with a torrent of kisses. I'm insignificant, said her body, but her mouth said, "You smell so happy!"