The Sunspire hooked on a feelin'

Liffey was exhausted. As restless as this heat thing made her feel, she was praying that it would soon be over and she could get some much needed rest. Even as she dozed during the time her mate had left her, it was not an easy sleep. It was tormented with anxiety and eagerness. For all the kerflompling (TM Finley Blackthorn) they had done, she didn't know if she was pregnant and feared that she wasn't. She did not want to let her mate down in this, and on some instinctive level, she felt anxious for the stability of her rank if she didn't conceive while Seabreeze (and to a lesser extent, Olive) both had.

The alpha rolled onto her stomach and stretched at her mate's call, her ears twitching and eyes fluttering open. She blinked with bleery eyes up at him as he crouched to peek at her. The tantalizing scent of food was thick on the air, but so too was Rannoch and the scent he seemed to carry constantly since her heat had come upon her. "Guhhh Rannoch, I don't think I can again, not yet," she moaned as she tucked her muzzle down between her forepaws in an attempt to hide her face, "Just... like.. five minutes, I beg of you."