Dragoncrest Cliffs like an old guitar worn out and left behind

Tirgatao considered this. The indescribable feeling was, in fact, something she was familiar with. She didn't usually experience it until much later in the season when the first buds of spring began to grow on the trees, and peak "up through the snow. But with the weather as bad as it had been, it was not surprising she felt the shift now. She imagined that it also had something to do with the prospect of new life hopefully growing in the bellies of the receptive females. One day she, too, might offer such things to Drageda. But for now she was content with simply educating, providing, and protecting the families.

The pale woman chuckled and nodded with a twist of her ear, "It does." She said with a thump of her fluffy tail. "Is it too early to tell yet?" She asked after a moment, her voice suggesting a bit of hesitance in even being forthcoming with such a question. Tirgatao sucked in a breath and looked away, face flushing. "Sorry, I... you don't have to answer."