Firefly Ravine [M] Pulling the heads from dolls

@Depp ehehe, of course she'd try to escape

Lingering along the pack's borders had become her top priority each and every morning, often tiring her out come nightfall. It'd been early into the night that she'd fallen asleep this evening, only to be woken a few hours later by an uncomfortable feeling. In her groggy state, she'd not the capacity to full recognize what it was that ailed her, thus allowing her to fall back into a restless slumber. That is, until she was struck by a sudden realization, forcing herself awake and to her feet. That scent. It was distinct, easily recognizable—and, worst of all, it was coming from her. Lowly, she'd growled, irritated by the sudden heat; though, given the turn of the weather, she knew she should have been expecting it. It had been scheduled to arrive, but Sen being Sen, she'd almost believed mother nature would ignore her existence. Of course, the world could never be so kind.

The Gorgon had been forced into a battle with herself, her mind seeking a place to hide away in and wait the week out, while her body craved the touch of another. It was, without a doubt, the worst possible thing to happen. The idea of children sickened her, and the idea of her having a litter of her own was frightening. It was something she was loath to let happen, inspiring the serpent to begin her trek towards the borders. She walked with the wind, rather than against it, hoping that doing so might better her chances at making a clean escape. As much as she despised the marsh, it was, currently, the only safe location that came to mind. With how strong it's odour was, the woman believed it would conceal her well. Little did she know that she'd never even make it to the borders, let alone the neighbouring territory.