She wasn’t sure what was going on, one day everything had seemed fine, but the next, there was a fire burning under her pelt that Saradathia couldn’t explain, the scent in the den had become overwhelming. Trying to escape it, she had slunk out, grateful for the excuse of watching the sunrise if anyone had questioned it. Unsure if she was being ill or not, she had come from the arctic, where the only heat she was familiar with was body heat and the rare cases when the sun had shone long enough to warm some stones to lay upon.

Stopping by the small lake, she drank her fill,  blinking as she caught her silver gaze in the reflection, she had an idea. The water was cold, she was hot, logically, it would do her a lot of good to plunge herself into its icy depths. Glancing around, satisfied that there wasn’t anyone around to witness, the arctic wolf started with a single paw, as soon as she felt the cool relief, she plunged head first into the cool depths.

After a few moments of nothing, Saradathia growled in frustration, shivering slightly as she pulled herself out, the only thing the water had down was douse her skin, but not extinsigh the damn irritation she felt. Was she getting sick? There was only one way to know, she’d have to find Lorcan, the pack’s medic HAD to have some kind of cure for what was aligning her, there was no way she could think clearly with the persistent sensations coursing through her. She gave her soaked fur a few good shakes before setting off in search of the male.

Eventually, she had lucked out, finding her pack mate’s scent along the borders, she trailed after him quickly, the scent becoming stronger and stronger, the quicker she ran, lengthened her strides to eat up the snow between her and her new prey. There! she thought, the medic’s tawny pelt coming into view, she skidded to a stop and quickly walked after him calling “Lorcan, Please, I need you.”