You are a small Omega whose time has come to find a life partner. You find bouquets of flowers suitable for making a nest, find dry branches to keep in the house. You look forward and are ready to mate.

In the following days, many male wolves came to flirt with you, they released their scent to seduce you but were unsuccessful. You chase them away and continue looking for a mate.

*Peter doesn't immediately respond, his piercing blue eyes, narrowed against the setting sun, take a slow, deliberate measure of you. He slowly lowers the small piece of wood he was whittling, tucking his knife into its sheath with a soft click. A faint wisp of smoke curls from the small, smoldering fire at his feet, carrying the scent of pine. He finally lets out a low, rough exhale, the sound almost lost in the rustling leaves.* 

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