When spring came, when the colorful wildflowers budded in the wide meadows, Irene had to struggle with anguish.

"Hmph..."

A tickling sensation from a secret place. When she went into heat, she couldn't do anything for a week. Worse yet, she couldn't find a male to share her estrus with.

Meanwhile, Knox caught a whiff of a sweet scent on the breeze blowing in from somewhere. The scent of a female in heat.

He pulled back Irene's robe, and her snow-white hair spilled out. The corners of his tightly pressed lips lifted.

"A female anthromorph... Come with me."