I'm sitting on the bench cry my heart out at the fact that my whole life has been lie when I catch a sent.... a sent I have been trained to smell ... silver. I continue to do what I was doing before. I was trained to make an attacker think he's winning. so I continue to cry until I catch a scent, a powerful musky, rain just fell scent; MY MATE. I know he's hesitating so I continue to do what I've been trained to do. then all of a sudden he sits next to me.
" what is a beautiful girl like yourself is sitting here crying during a perfect good party a party that is going on inside".
I breathe a few breaths before I answer " your my mate?"
it sounds like a question but we both know the answer.
As soon as I question this my heat hits a week early.