Moonspear crazy hormonal fat whale

She wasn't going anywhere in any sort of hurry right now. Having recently surfaced from a long, restful nap, she was easing back into awareness after a cool drink at the creek. Now, she was milling through her possibilities with no particular sort of motivation or vigor. The only need that really stood tall above the others was to eat, but this was a constant, especially now that she'd figured out the tactic to eating more smaller meals so not to anger the delicate balance of her fickle appetite, sour stomach, and the apparent need of these puppies.

Which.. were a matter that seemed to be escalating quickly now that most of the chaos had settled (hopefully). She suspected she was being hyper-sensitive to it, considering how new and unknown this all was, but she swore she felt them more and more by the day. Indication that they grew, and already no less. It was still indistinct but certainly enough for her to know, and even now in the most recent of days, it was bound to be obvious to anyone. After ousting Harley and Althaia, and all things relating to that, she had really begun to pay them more mind -- more so than just being that vague extra weight she carried, physically and mentally.

She caught herself moseying a path and scented Charon not long after, so she followed that once she smelled dead rabbit involved too. It didn't take her long to get there, near the densite where he lingered, and upon sight of him, she caught her mixed reaction in her throat. Her hackles threatened to rise but honestly, it was starting to feel like a waste of energy unless specifically pushed towards it. That and she had interest in what was at his paws.

Following a flicker of hesitation, she wiggled her half-raised tail at him and eyed the rabbit.