Departure... Asuka's Decision.

Leon and Asuka struggled to sleep.

Before they knew it, sunlight slipped through the cheap blinds, reviving the vivid memories of last night's awkward moments.

Asuka's hands gripped the sheets, her scales, and cheeks still deep-red as she recalled what happened the night before. The warmth of Leonhardt's muscles pressed against her back, comforting and embarrassing.

'What should I do…?'

Her tribe didn't have many rules, but when selecting a mate, the matriarchal tribe took this act seriously, and so she avoided any men because they made her feel uncomfortable. 

When Asuka asked the other warriors of her tribe, they explained that their partner's scent was sweet, or a flavour that the female found delicious or agreeable.

'Does this mean that my mate is Leonhardt?'

His scent, from the moment she met him, was like a sweet and alluring fruit pie baked by her mother when she was a young dragonoid.