Ouroboros Spine I had a violin somewhere, I was gonna play it all sarcastically

The insufferable scent suffocated even her, brought her to see red and to snap at all things in her path. The wolf more active than ever, even in the day, restless and unable to nap for too long. Things were changing, and she sought @Syn to lord blows on her to release her frustrations upon the Omega. As it were, as of yet the wolf could not be found.

There was another red being who she noted chewing on an antler, and by the grace of whatever caused her to do as she did, she let him alone, her ears fanning forward; her hunger for some true food was more overwhelming than her desire to dominate and cow her subordinates at the given time. Her preestrus was a time where she reminded all of her place in a way that was basic, primal, and as old as time itself. None could be confused but perhaps she who had never experienced such things, but as with all of her instincts, she kept true to them.