There is a beauty to the swell of spring that Hotaru cannot help but to appreciate. The hues of gold and rose that color the skies like a sleepy painter sweeping a brush across an infinite canvas, the smell of honeysuckle and clover that washes away the memories of cold nights and lingering snow. She embodies the season, a spring dawn forever stained upon her skin, bleeding pink and gold with white clouds interspersed. But with all the beauty of the new season, she cannot shake the annoyance that buds within her like the green children upon once barren leaves. Heat tingled beneath her skin, pinpricks that left her annoyed and frustrated with her own body. Her first breeding season, and already she is convinced that this must be why the entire planet is ready to create offspring, if any relief at all comes from the act. Long, silken tail, like gossamer threads spun with gold and blushing rubies, flicks daintily in the air to wrap temporarily around a slim ankle.

Sun warms her back and she hums softly in contentment, focusing on the pleasant feeling rather than the unpleasant one pricking beneath her skin. She'd sooner rip her teeth into someone than answer how she was feeling that day, but she'd always been a bit of a demoness. So instead she focuses on the pale of her hooves flashing up at her from among the greenery, ground soft and malleable as she treads upon it. It's relatively quiet, pleasantly so, and her hum lengthens happily. Yes, this was what she'd been needing; a nice stroll in the sun, the mists of the Heavenly Field clinging to her coat, making her glimmer like her mother used to by aid of magic. And though she shines, she is unaware of whatever pull she has, for she's always been the black sheep of her family. Her desires led her down the path of war and battle, theirs had kept them safe at home combing their tails and batting their lashes.

Barking disturbs her thoughts, and she blinks stupidly around herself, lithe body tensing at the noise. She is no stranger to the existence of wolves, after all, but the sound is young and fresh to the world. Puzzled, she scans the scenery about her, and lo and behold among the colorful growth is a moving blob of white. One brow arches in surprise, an elegant curve sliding upon her lips as heterochromatic eyes gaze down upon the pup. Amusement curls like smoke around her words as she speaks them, a soft laugh chiming forth to sweeten the vixen curve of her lips; "Hello little one, lost your escort?" Hotaru knows the bonded is sure to be close by, companions did not often stray far from their bonded's side.

She is proven correct when a deep voice booms out from the low fog, a name on masculine tones that must surely belong to the white pup wriggling about near her hooves. Laughing softly to herself she began to move towards the voice, hoping to entice the pup into following both her and the bonded's command. Her half-smirk is still present as the stallion comes into view, and she can't help the smooth laugh as words trickle off her tongue to meet his harks.

"See little one? He's safe and sound, even without momma watching over him," she teases, her laugh light but eyes inquisitive as they roam shamelessly over his form, sizing him up against her own frame. Some brutes just couldn't take a hit to their supposed masculine pride, and she'd rather not have to resort to battle with a frame that more than encompassed her own simply because she'd snubbed him. "I'm Hotaru," she introduces herself firmly, squaring her shoulders as her lips cocked up in playful mischief. "Can I ask your name? I'd be charmed to meet the noble knight of such a fine pup," and if her words are a little playful it is for Deodat to decide his response, but there is a sincerity in her tone and the unwavering gaze upon his form that speaks leagues of the compliment hiding between the lines, for he is certainly knightly in appearance.

@[Déodat] Sorry for the wait during my absence lovey!