Nova Peak Mʉcháa

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maybe @Moon Runner :D?

the air was warming.
not by sun, but by the strange, churning heat just beneath her skin. it flushed through her veins, rising with the scent of drying meat and wildflowers newly awakened from their sleep beneath the snow. silatuyok moved carefully, her paws sure but her breath unsteady—an invisible tide rolling in through her belly and lower still. she knew what it meant. her season neared.
it was too soon.
still, she worked. the meat had dried perfectly, the salted cuts firm to the touch. she pulled them down from the woven branches one by one, stacking them in clean hides she'd prepared days ago. a rhythm to it. something to focus on. something to ground her. and yet the scent of the glen felt too sweet now, the wind too sharp, her own skin too hot.
she paused. the wind stirred her pale fur, carrying her own scent back to her. silatuyok blinked slowly, cheeks warm beneath her snowy cheeks.