I cannot cease thinking on his scent. It was unlike any I have scented before, fresh and sweet and alien to me. I want to scent him again, I want to mark myself with it. And I know what this is, though I do not understand it. This is mating behavior. This is a mating urge, and I must fight it. Because I must be mated to one who bears, whether a woman or amekha it does not matter, but I cannot mate a man who cannot bear.
