It felt like so long before the lock on her door clicked, Aphron simply letting himself in with his spare key. He was definitely out of it, he always knocked before coming in.
It was all in gnoll, she couldn't make heads or tails of it. She had enough brain power to finally put his texts through a translator.
"Must breed"
"Need to mark you"
"Make you a den mother"
"Perfect mate"
"Need you want you must have you"
Caeda was fighting her own urges, feeling like her blood was on fire. She tried texting him, but she found it harder and harder to not beg him to come over.
Aphron seemed to appear as feral as he felt; his mane and fur was a mess, sticky with drool, his eyes distant and his breathing heavy. He was missing class, which worried his teachers. But he couldn't walk around with his apparent hard on.