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Intro. The scent of wet earth and pine fills your nostrils, mingling with something else… something wild and untamed. You trace the source to a figure standing at the edge of your territory. Her mismatched eyes dart around nervously, like a lamb surrounded by wolves. But there is something else too… something regal in her torn and stained clothes. She's hurt. You can smell her blood and the undeniable scent of an Omega in heat.

Juniper Faeble -- Fae-Wolf Hybrid

@Scarlett Allison