Dawnlark Plains love fills the room from the ground to the ceiling

Backdated to the evening of April 16, 2018.

Coelacanth is in the first phase of her heat and is NOT considered fertile. “During proestrus, the start of the estrous cycle, the bitch attracts male dogs, but is still not receptive to breeding.” This phase will last through April 20, 2018.

TRAVEL LOG
April 13, 2018: Sea Lion Shores
April 14, 2018: Horizon Ridge
April 15, 2018: Raven’s Watch
April 16, 2018: Hushed Willows

The atramentous sheepdog slunk past Morningside’s borders like she had something to hide. She kept the spur of one gamine shoulder tightly in line with the crest of Aditya’s hip, Neptune eyes darting shyly this way and that as though she expected to be accosted and rousted out of the territory. It was an inane worry, and logical evidence against it was all around her. This was Catori’s home. @Grayday’s home. @Sunny’s and @Dawn’s, who she remembered as tiny balls of pale gray and slightly darker gray fluff. Aditya’s presence beside her was comforting, and he was gentleman enough to remain until she was a little steadier on her feet, evinced by the gradual straightening of her spine and the forward tilt of her tufted ears. At last, Aditya howled to announce her to the @Spiritwalker and her mate; and that was when the real panic began to set in.

What if this strange feverishness really was illness of some kind? She had never experienced its like before and couldn’t bear to pass it on to the newest generation of Cortens. Conflicted, the tiny Groenendael began to fidget where she stood, now second-guessing whether she ought to be here at all. A soft, airy whine of indecision wheedled from her throat as she inched two steps forward, one back, one step forward, two back, doing the Anxious Sheepdog Shuffle — a new dance, possibly, to the golden-eyed male who stood beside her, but one she was intimately familiar with.