Deepwood Weald Construct my summer home.

He listened to her, and let himself soften. "My name is Dacio," he offered after she answered the first of his questions. Huā, she was called, and the ashen warrior let his frosted gaze wander to take in the delicate shape of her. He inhaled deep, unconscious of the desire that her scent flared to life within him, and could not explain the pull he felt to reach out and touch her.

She did, however, when she went on to share her recent attempt to gain Hydra's favour. His Alpha had repelled her due to her heat, apparently, and Dacio's puzzle pieces suddenly began to fit together. It was purely instinct that attracted him to this she-wolf, the rush of hormones caused by her delightful perfume that made him feel so good.

"I see," he said, and swallowed, "don't take it personally - she doesn't take kindly to other she-wolves breeding on her turf." He could understand why, of course, considering the results of such encounters. Hydra had a duty to her own children, and it was her role as Alphess to be sure of their survival first and foremost.