Moonspear shimmy, shimmy, quarter-turn

attn: @Gannet

 

Whatever was in the air invigorated her. She thought of her friendshine who was down in the dumps as of late, Gannet. She hung out with him frequently to make sure he was healing alright, and often the duo dozed together. But with the tension in the air—due to the hormones, not the situations—in recent days being so thick you could cut it with a knife, Hydra had avoided the company of many, even @Terance, who she saw pretty regularly when he was not patrolling with wonder-boy Rannoch. 

Her soaring spirits and fiery energy brought her to the place Gannet dozed. As per usual, she brought him a snack, and climbed to meet him with a low chuff. She hadn't known he was healthy enough to stand and move, now, because the past three days she was preoccupied with snapping at anyone who came near to her bar her family. Now, also like her mother, she was receptive, very much so, and in the mood to be close. Her own scent had changed a degree, so heavy was the influence of the season, but it was not so severe to indicate she had endured The Change and become a Woman Grown. Still, the combination of the heady aromas were all very tantalizing.