The farther I pursued her, the more pronounced the aroma, indicating that I was getting closer to her.

Inside me, a brew of conflicting emotions was churning. The satisfaction of knowing she made the right decision to quickly withdraw. The attraction caused by her body's appeal to mine. She didn't appear nearly as hurt by my rejection as I was. I was exhausted and worried about how her actions had disrupted the fragile harmony amongst our aggregation of packs. They mingled together in a chaotic mess, but I focused on the job at hand.

Just then, I saw her rush out from between two buildings and go across the street...