Totoka River turn of the tides

 Closer and closer she edged to a nearby channel of water. Her slender muzzle lowered to hover over its undisturbed surface, silver eyes peering down into the depths. Watching for the slightest movement of a furry hide or a wedge-shaped tail. Even searching for the signs of loose debris left over from gathering the building material. She drew her head up slowly, glancing to her right. Farther out, to where these waters emptied into the ocean. Her prey, if it had been here, would not have gone that way. Beavers were animals who preferred fresh water, not salt. The quarry would have moved further inland. 

An indecisive swish of her tail only fanned her tantalizing scent further, while she gazed to her left. Clearly contemplating on whether or not venturing further inland, away from the pack, was worth the effort for the prize she had in mind. Shifting her weight from one paw to another, fidgeting from the flames that brushed at her skin. Mercifully, an amicable and most familiar voice chuffed to her. Spinning around with the slight motion of a play bow, Tzila was soon facing her friend, Astaroth. 

Tail held high, she approached him swiftly on stiff legs, practically vibrating with excitement. She surprised herself with her behavior while in estrus. Normally, she would be inclined to be snippy. Temperamental and unpredictable. It was still possible - her hormones were ricocheting all over the place and who knew what could happen. The corners of her lips twitched into a slow smile. "Back so soon? I didn't think I would be seeing you for a while after we parted." She tipped her head, expressing her curiosity. If only she knew so much had changed so soon.