Totoka River cherry soul

She was beginning to wonder when all this would end. Moorhen was certain that things weren't supposed to last this long, but she'd been restless and mercurial since the turn of the new year, and it still showed no signs of letting up. From Seelie's description, she was still fairly certain she'd not yet passed her fertile period - and that was both a relief and a worry that she didn't need. As much as raising her own litter seemed... interesting, she wasn't quite sure she was ready for it. But at the same time, she wasn't sure she was ready to pass that chance up, either.

But that was a worry for another day. For now - grumpy and hormonal - Moorhen was ranging inland once more, on the hunt for more sea lion to sait her desire for red blood. Although she could probably find something suitable on the island, she thought stretching her legs might help rid her of some excess energy. The problem was, as soon as she fought the waves all the way back to shore, she was relatively certain no hunting was going to happen.

Instead, she ranged listlessly up the river, leathery nares twitching disinterestedly as she tried to muster herself for a hunt. It was just that - she wasn't even hungry. She was just bored and frustrated and irritable and nothing she tried seemed to make that go away. Moorhen pawed at the ground, wondering if it might be an actual illness that plagued her instead of the estrus cycle she was expecting.