Heid takes a step towards him, her body swaying with the intoxicating pull. "Just this once. Amias, please. I can't explain how… how horny I am right now. I don't think I can stand it." She desperately pleads.
He closes his eyes for a moment, his jaw clenching. He knows. He feels it too. The air between them is thick with it. It's such an evident thing that is pulling them back together, despite his logical words.
When his eyes open again, she sees a flicker of consideration in them. It's a fleeting moment of weakness. "I know," he says, his voice hoarse with a need he is barely controlling. "It's because you're in heat."
He looks away from her, and a sudden, surprising shyness blooms in his eyes. He scans the forest floor, his gaze passing over fallen leaves, moss-covered stones, and broken twigs. He kneels like he's spotted something useful, picking up a short, sturdy stick, no bigger than the palm of his hand.
Heidi watches as he holds it before her.
