Wapun Meadow i can feel your teeth on my paper-moon skin

she still had yet to understand exactly the changes her body was going through; she had always been too stressed or malnourished to go through a heat.  yet even through her pheremone-induced haze she bristled at someone so close to home.  

with disregard to her present state, she traipsed closer, packed snow crunching heavily under foot as she closed the distance between them.

her tail was raised, ears pushed forward as she let out a questioning woof — what did he want here?