Aquene had felt it begin to settle in during the beginning of the season, just as it had every year since she had come of age for such things to reach her. Her scent was intoxicating, she knew, and so she would search for him. She had agreed to hold off on visiting the Backwater for even longer. In truth, a part of her was intimidated by the idea of trying to mend which was broken, because she knew that it was not something that was easy to fix. A child had died on their watch… she would not be quick to forgive either.
Her eyes focused on him when his dark form came into view, her demeanor soft as she moved closer to him, gently running her maw across his cheek and neck. Through thick and thin, through three litters, they had always been together… and she saw no reason why it would be any different. “My love…” She trailed softly, a gentle lilt in her voice that would only add to what her scent already offered.