For a couple weeks now there was no mistaking that all too familiar burn that began to lick at the magpie's skin beneath her dappled pelt and build fervor with each passing day, countless nights made restless with the excess warmth that forced Enoki to seek relief in the frigid twilight hours where constant drags of her body against rough surfaces and sessions of wallowing in the snowdrifts about the territory brought little to no reward. Instead, her efforts proved to make her predicament worse by spreading her gradually intoxicating perfume and surely the few men within the pack were beginning to register the change in their piebald matriarch.
Surely Ravenna and Attica had noticed as well, but in a different manner as the normally kindhearted female's displays of dominance became heightened to levels foreign to those that knew her with the onset of her heat cycle. Unlike years before, this season there were no dominant females ranked above her to abate the strength of her heat nor quell any ideas of trying for a litter of her own. This year nothing was stopping her from acquiring a litter of her own and Enoki would be damned if someone tried to rob her now of something she had ultimately earned and been blessed with when Elettra had handed over the key of Willow Ridge to her.
Smoldering amber irises were concealed behind dark lids and a pleasurable grunt could be heard from the magpie while an ivory-clad shoulder brushed forcefully against a rugged trunk that served as a marker along the Ridge border. Her alluring scent adoring the pieces of timber like many markers beforehand the past week before the she-wolf moved on to the next, occasionally lowering her lithe frame to rub the underneath of her body against the cold surface of the snow in hopes of at least suppressing the irritating fire that burned. She knew all too well what it truly took to douse the flames, yet doubts, if the man she wanted was capable of stepping up to the plate, lingered in the back of her mind since no such discussion was ever brought up.
Deciding she needed to leave the familiar embrace of the willows for a terrain more open, yet familiar all the same, ebony limbs trotted with determination toward the snowy knolls of Fireweed Rise. Perhaps the well-skilled hunter would keep her mind distracted with scouting the landscape for signs of a quarry to chase, imagining the wind rippling through her fur and aiding in keeping her overheated body cooled off since the snow present still helped little against the bout of unseasonable warmth that plagued the land combined with her own exuded warmth. Yes, that sounded like a lovely plan indeed.