Firefly Ravine Getting Off On The Right Paws

Already she'd started on her second week of pregnancy, but was loath to admit that was the case. Each sign was purposely looked over, ignored or given an excuse for. Nausea had turned into a regular thing, which she'd automatically assumed was the result of an illness. Nothing serious, she was sure of that, but an annoyance all the same. She was bothered by it, but refused to read any further into it. There was no need to get worked up over something so simple, especially when there was a chance it was merely the doings of her own mind. She recognized the mind as being a powerful thing, and wouldn't put it past her own to sicken her for the sole purpose of causing paranoia. Sen was determined to not let some silly placebo win, and so she'd continued through her days just as she'd always done before.

Sen had been working over a rabbit's fresh corpse when she'd been joined by another, attempting to eat it but failing. It was not that she couldn't but, rather, she didn't want to. She'd managed to force down a few bites prior to the younger's arrival, but had regretted it soon after when it'd started to feel as if her stomach was churning. Rain—that poor, oblivious girl—had arrived at a terrible time, and the serpent had no problems with letting her know that. Even though a compliment had been given and a gift brought, she was unable to look past her own issues, and instead pushed her frustrations onto the innocent creature that'd just so happened to cross her path.

"Maybe if you weren't a mutt you'd have a coat like mine," the Gorgon had voiced, offering the rabbit one last glance before moving it aside. Her attention was then given entirely to the wolfdog, a glare in her eyes. Normally, Sen enjoyed compliments no matter who they came from. It mattered not the other's background or species, for when it came to flattery, the woman was a sucker. Presently, however, it was clear that would not be the case.