Scully prowled the forests, thoroughly decided that now that Avella'd had her fun, he was due his. This had to be his least fruitful Spring of any since hitting puberty, and he was deeply disappointed by that. How did he know this wouldn't be the last of his freedom, in these waning weeks?
The forest was slowly coming back to life around him, but he did not find the warm weather alluring at the time. His focus was on the trail of pheromones in the air and finding their source. He pushed through brush and crossed over great thick tree roots, following after the tantalizing scent. When her thinly masked features came into view, he smiled devilishly.
A soft bark announced his presence, and requested her company.