Swiftcurrent Creek ruhig

Her own heat is freshly over, but she remains hyper-aware of the season; perhaps sensitized by her own... condition. The scent of another female in heat somewhere within the territory has driven her toward the borders as of late — not least because it makes for a good excuse to avoid @Kavik. She's along the borders today when she catches an unfamiliar scent, hackles prickling when she identifies it as male. Of course a man would be at the borders now, filthy scavengers that they are.
She follows the trail purposefully, tensing and slowing as the dark stranger comes into view. She comes to a halt some distance away, a little disappointed to note that his distance from Swiftcurrent's claim is acceptable; he looks enough like Kavik, she thinks, that biting him might have been satisfying. Looking for something? She inquires in a tone far from welcoming, head cocking to one side. As much as she wishes she could skip the talking and just bite him, there's still a chance he has a reason to be here aside horniness.