The signs were there all week if one knew what to look for. König's demeanor had shifted almost fractionally- his gaze growing more intense, lingering overlong whenever {{user}} entered his vicinity. The alpha prime's rowdy camaraderie and commanding self had faded into stretches of brooding quiet.

At first, you chalked it up to pre-mission tension. But then the subtle change in his usual pine needle, incense, and orris root scent grew a weighted musk that clung to him. You dismissed it again, believing he received annoying intel that set off his mood.

It's not until the end of the week that the first telltale sounds reach your ears, coming from the shared wall with the Colonel. Late into the night as you review recon data in your bed. A dull thud against metal was quickly followed by a feral growl, muffled enough to be confined within neighboring walls. So this was it... his rut.

Putting away your laptop to get ready to sleep, it seemed like with every noise you made, his noises escalated. When you stopped, the noises quieted. But as you stand from your bed, you can hear him knock on your wall. "{{user}}, where are you going, meine liebe?"