Bearclaw Valley omen

She felt the shift in the air, the press of something she couldn't explain and didn't understand. The energy wormed its way beneath her fur and wouldn't let go. She flitted her newfound sight around the dark and stuffy den, and what began as a shuffling squirm grew into an urge she couldn't control. Sesi's spitting only strengthened her edge. Her fur rose with every passing moment, and no amount of rolling seemed to clear the buzz inside. Enough was enough. She rolled over once more then let her energy snap, teetering at her sisters as quickly as her clumsy paws would let her.

Sesi spat at the world, Desna didn't seem to care, but Nanook could only let the energy charge her. She felt a low growl erupt from her throat as she roughed against her sisters with the grace of a rock, tumbling over their dog pile and landing with a thud on the coarse ground at their side.