Feeling her hackles raise at the word â€œprincess,â€ she sighed and continued walking, although she was a little edgy and self-conscious about the male walking so close behind her with her pheromones from her heat cycle going out of control. Heat cycles usually ran for five days, each day the scent would rise until it reached it's peek, drawing in males like moths to a flame. She absolutely hated it, blushing beneath her black and white coat she stumbled in her step slightly as he asked if she knew where to hunt.<span style="color: #00BF00">â€œIâ€™ve been hunting yes, but, Iâ€™ve never been outside of my packâ€™s territoryâ€¦But I do know that there is a clearing a good five miles from the clearing we just left. There are woods around that clearing, leaving it a prime ambush area for deer.â€</span>Nika kept her green eyes focused, gently lifting her nose to the wind as she began tracking the scents of prey, and keeping herself updated on any approach from her pack, of the maleâ€™s.<span style="color: #00BF00">â€œOh, and my name is Nikaâ€¦â€</span>