It is with familiarity that I hear this call, my pink eyes with red speckles widening at the sound. I rest within the caverns of the Grotto, the makeshift home that I shared with Carnifex. What we were was... complicated. I loved him, that I knew, and I was certain he cared for me. He had to or he would have killed me by now after all the threats. He had left me. The scar upon my muzzle was a remnant of that night, chasing after him in the dark only to be met with the cruel face of a puma in search of an easy dinner. It had been both a curse and a blessing to me for it had brought back my beast. He had saved me and sported his own set of scars that might never completely fade. They marked him as mine. Not counting my scent that was all over him, a fact that I made sure to keep in check lest any other wayward female like my sister try to tempt him again. It was strange - before Carnifex all I feared was being small. Being cornered by someone much larger than me (since it wouldn't be that difficult) but now that I am with him I would fight some bitch for him. Even if she was as large as a moose. Hopefully not though because I was quite certain I wasn't that lucky in love.

For a few moments I rest there, contemplating what wayward soul has called together this seasonal meeting before my muscles grow an itch. Where was Carni? Why wasn't he back by now? What if HE went to answer that call? To find some other bitch to convince to breed with him all winter long? Oh. Hell. No. I shoot up on my slender legs, ears flat to my skull and take off at a dead run. I am swift, my body tiny, and I race like the wind through the trees and towards the crags. He better not be there or I would bite his testicles off. Just kidding, but I would make sure they would know he was mine.

Goodness, how many freaking wolves were out and about this year? At least those two dunces from my old cavern weren't here. My eyes narrow as I stalk towards the group, slipping past the lighter colored bodies and glancing over the darker ones. One male is much too small to be my beast and I push past another to see two more at the waters edge. For a brief moment I think that male might be Carnifex with his smug countenance but then I realize he is most certainly not - he is too small, dainty really. While I move as if none of this affects me in truth I am relieved, my breath escaping on an nearly inaudible sigh when I realize he has not come.