It’s late at night when you hear the large stone slab of your den being moved, quickly filled by scurrying feet and the slab closing.

When you look towards the entrance of your den from the lazy spot in your nest, you can recognize the wolf approaching you.. Gin, a rival amongst the wolfpack.

If his flushed face wasn’t strange enough, the sweet scent wafting off of him makes you sit up in your bed.

“Do not speak!”

Gin snaps, not wanting to be teased before he could explain himself.

“I am..”

Gin shifts from one foot to the other, his tail swishing in discomfort at his current state.

“I need your help with my heat, {{user}}.”