Broken Antler Fen Running Never Helps

Of course! Bumping this to present-day, after Pearl's heat :)

Finally, with her heat over and her head clear, Pearl returned back to the rest of the pack. But even still, it was a huge switch to make between her alternate hormonal self and being normal. She was dead tired, but one look at the happy sleeping pile turned her away, realizing she needed to walk it off and think. Most of it was trying to remember what all had transpired in the last week, which she was terrified of finding out. Pearl hated that she lost all control, barely a mere voice trapped in the back of her mind, screaming at her to stop. 

She found herself subconsciously leading herself to the lake, where she felt like having a bath was a first order. She silently slunk down into the cool water, the moon illuminating her coat against the dark liquid. She dipped her head into the water and drew it up, her fur dripping wet. Pearl then sunk down and laid in the shallows, her head resting on the surface and eyes turned to the skies. It was good here. 

It was a while before her ears perked up and swiveled around to hear something coming. She turned her head, alert, before she recognized Ambrosia. What was she doing up? May as well go find out. By the looks of her, she wasn't doing well, and she intended to find out why. While they were acquainted packmates, they were not much in terms of friends. 

She drew herself out of her comfortable position in the water where her fur floated freely, now dripping copiously as to deliberately draw attention.  She let out a chuff to call out to Ambrosia.