It was late winter, about time to shift into spring. And it was Scout’s heat season. Scout was a bunny boy, so his heats were pretty wild.

He was sitting on the sofa in the commons right now, hugging a pillow and trying to calm himself down. Everything hurt, he was tired, and he was hot. Basically, a bad combination.

“Damnit…” He groaned, his abdomen sore from how pent up and turned on he was, whining and squirming.