Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

edit - mature implications later!

With a new element upon her, and wholly unmistakable now in its next dawning days, she was keeping to her own interests strictly. It made her patience for anything else brutally thin already. Disgustingly, appallingly anxious and reeking of the distinct headiness of season didn't suit someone as secretive as she.

In some of her wild hazy considerations, she had the notion to steal Charon away to higher in the slopes and just stay there. Her interest in company lacked terribly, and she was far less attentive to her typical duties anyway, let alone socializing. In truth, she preferred to stay away from much of the pack, who need not be concerned with her or any distractions she might pose (to a pack with male dominated numbers especially); another reason she didn't.. care for this much. Anyway, it would be (will be?) more of their concern if she's able to take this towards the next step -- a series of events that ride a lot of her success exclusively, because without her, there will be none of this here. So she's justifying her selfishness that way.

Better sense (and a lingering soreness from the fiasco with the rams and lightning) kept her in flux between there and the middle grounds still.. since it was early and she still had to eat -- as much as she'd rather not take issue with that right now with, ah, other concerns. The hunting was meager on its best days and relying wholly on caches was greedier than she needed to be right now. Fishing remained her best option, and at least it was what she was used to eating. 

She lounged in the warm sun on a soft swatch of young grass, fur soaking wet and a fish at her paws. She ate slowly, only barely paying attention to the meal at all. In time, she'd be pressured back into motion. For now, she attempted to restore and conserve.