Blackwater Islands teenage angst (p.e)

Kinda mature?

There was nothing comfortable about this. Not one thing.

Kalika found herself with the small pool of red mucus early in the evening. It was when she'd risen to walk over to the shore and clean herself off that she found out how swollen she had become. As she waddled nearer to the Sea, silently cursing to herself as her fur clamped and rubbed against this tender flesh, Kalika thought about what exactly it could all mean.

Perhaps she was ill, but it didn't make much sense that a sickness would home itself there. Unless it was the kind of sickness that you got from others, though she wasn't able to pinpoint which of her suitors might have been the root. Had she been a bit more experienced, Kalika probably would have known that this was the beginning stage of her first heat, but that thought hadn't even occured.

Sitting down on the cool sand just beneath the water's touch, Kalika flattened her ears and tried to hide herself, lest she risk being found vulnerable and alone.