Dawnlark Plains Praying for love in a lap dance

Maybe @Thuringwethil, if you still wanted a thread with these two—or @Depp, if he would have gone to track Sen down, lmao. All welcome, though!

Just as she had said she would, Sen had left the pack's land. Not permanently, of course, simply until her heat had passed and she was free to walk about in peace once more. For the first few days, she'd stayed within the marsh just as she'd originally planned to. However, the longer she'd lingered within the muddy area, the more restless she'd grown. It'd gotten to the point where she'd found herself pacing for immeasurable amounts of time, attempting to give herself something to do in order to pass the time. Eventually, though, she could no longer stand it. The pacing back and forth, the mud that stuck to her body, the overall smell of the territory—all of it had been weighing so heavily on her until, finally, she'd cracked. It'd been on a whim, more or less, that she'd opted to leave the marsh, telling herself she'd be fine and that she wouldn't go too far away from it.

Sen had stayed true to her thoughts, too, for she'd gone only to the neighbouring domain. It was not her first time trekking across the barren landscape, though currently she was enjoying it far more than previously. The snow, though only faint in it's coverage of the earth, assisted in the removal of the muck from her coat. Each step helped to clean from her paws the grime of the marsh, and from there she'd proceeded to lay and roll within the light dusting. The results were not perfect, of course, but they'd been decent enough to earn her stamp of approval. The serpent had not stood right away thereafter, choosing instead to lay on her stomach and just enjoy the chill of the frost, for she knew it would be awhile yet before she could see it everywhere once again. Besides, it wasn't as if she had anywhere to go, for her time to return home had not yet arrived and the marsh—oh, that dreadful marsh—could simply wait.