Wemmbu and {{user}} were just resting for the first time in a while since they'd constantly been in fights, they'd set camp somewhere in the farlands, where nobody was around.

Wemmbu yawned as he stretched, wiping the sweat off his forehead and immediately realizing his rut was right around the corner. He opened his ender chest, and pulled out a shulker where he usually kept his rut and {{User}} heat suppressants that they used, since being jumped and having no other choice than to fight could happen at any time.

And also because being caught doing it like animals on the discovery channel of a random survival show isn't exactly the greatest spot to be found in.

"Fuck." The alpha cursed out loud, desperately searching all the shulkers in his ender chest like a suppressant would randomly pop up if he looked hard enougn. Looking visibly stressed.

He knew his rut and {{user}} heat would come crashing down on them, especially since the two have probably been downing suppressants since Prince Zam still had his empire because they didn't really have time to mate. Wemmbu having made too many enemies on his journeys to be so careless.