Dawnlark Plains you can tell the lighthouse from the sun

Backdated to April 17, 2018, taking place directly after this thread.

Coelacanth is in the first phase of her heat and is NOT considered fertile. “During proestrus, the start of the estrous cycle, the bitch attracts male dogs, but is still not receptive to breeding.” This phase will last through April 20, 2018.

TRAVEL LOG
April 13, 2018: Sea Lion Shores
April 14, 2018: Horizon Ridge
April 15, 2018: Raven’s Watch
April 16, 2018: Hushed Willows
April 16 — 18, 2018: Morningside

Coelacanth herself had been given the honor of taking the goat’s liver to Grayday and Catori’s den. She hoped to see her sister-cousin but would have been delighted to see either of them; pausing respectfully outside the den, she issued a whispered whuff. The sound was soft enough that it would not wake the new mother if she was indeed asleep, but it was fortunate Seelie was incapable of telepathy beyond the eerie level of communication she shared with her twin — her mind and heart were so noisily clamoring for the @Spiritwalker’s presence that she felt they must be audible to the outside world. The sweet milkscent and the sighing grunts and burbles pushed at her with near physical force, causing a twist of hunger in her gut that had little to do with food. Indeed, she had hardly consumed any part of the mountain goat, her nerves too jangly and that slow-burning need too insistent to allow her to settle down long enough to indulge.

Balancing the meat upon her paws so it would not touch the ground, “Catori?” she whispered, a whine stirring wistfully in her throat as she wriggled hopefully where she stood.