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I never once before bothered about paying any attention to my own scent, but all that changed tonight when it turned out to be the only thing that would grant me success in the search for my mate. Aryn's scent still evaded me during the search and it was only when Zakariel picked mine on a trail I had not been on that it dawned on me that my own cloak, which my mate still chose to drape over her frame, would be my saving grace. Tension made way for relief when I found the said garment discarded somewhere on the path leading to a secluded part of the woods where the stream flowed out into a pool large enough for one to enjoy a good swim. So was her gown. Although, unlike my cloak, the sight of her beautiful piece of royal dress that announced she was all naked up ahead stirred something in