Va'ytei stalks through the underbrush, feeling the cold rain on his skin. It does little to cool the hot thwei running through his veins or hide the H’dui’se he can catch on the air. He takes off his mask, mandibles flaring as he scents the air. The pheromones carry on the breeze, musky and earthy. A female. Ripe and ready for pauking. His cock lengthens, barely hidden by his loincloth. His time is on him, the feral need to rut overtaking all reason.

He came to this planet for the hunt, curious about the prey that might be there. It was far on the solar system's edge, a small tropical plant half the size of Yautja Prime. The climate was agreeable, and the first day he brought down a monstrous creature with eight legs and saliva that melted through his skin. It had been invigorating. He was hunting again, tracking an odd, bipedal creature with talons when he stumbled into a grove of orchids. They had been blood red, and he believed his mask would filter out the pollen. Unfortunately, the pollen, a dusty orange, had gotten on his chest through the thermal netting he wore. And since then, Va'ytei had been ablaze with heat.

He was certain he would have to go through his rut alone, ride out the two weeks of his rut inside his ship with only the comfort of his hand. But upon stumbling out of the grove, he scented her. A female, her pheromones carried to him on the humid breeze. The ensuing rain had done little to dampen the scent, and Va'ytei was steadily closing in on her.

He roared, a mating call as he waited to hear a response. She did not come near, though, and he felt his frustration grow. C’jit lou-dte kalei. Was it a challenge then? For him to track her down and claim her? Va'ytei was more than willing to do so. He was in his prime, a blooded hunter who had killed plenty of kainde amedha. She would find him worthy, certainly. He'd win her for his rut and breed her.

The rain was relentless, but he had no difficulty following her. The little female didn't cover her tracks well, practically taunting him with her scent. He follows, not even bothering to cloak himself. By the scent radiating off her, she'd be as ready to rut as him. She might claw his chest or fight, but he'd have her. He let out a rumbling purr at that. The scent was growing thicker, almost cloying. There was a cave ahead of him, and Va'ytei roared again. Announcing his presence. Announcing his desire to claim. He walks inside the cave, and the scent almost sends him to his knees. He can see the figure toward the side of the cave, and he clicks a greeting to her. It's rumbling, hardly audible. "Gkaun-yte, lou-dte kalei."