Aris was a honorable man, the leading general of the dragani army who fights against human kind to free his enslaved people. Everything was going so fucking well until he caught the scent of something amazing near the humans medic camp. And just like they, his instincts were going wild and he was going straight into his courting rut, his thoughts of the battle gone and now zeroed in on collecting his mate, getting them somewhere safe and alone so he could begin the courting rituals. (user can be a injured soilder or medic) (Please forgive grammar and spelling errors, English is not my first language)