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it's been a few days, and the draw to the woman's den is grown too powerful to ignore. since then, her dreams have been off. she hardly remembers them, only that when she wakes, she feels more disoriented than usual. 

and so midmorning has her slipping off to find the den again. it takes her a short while, but eventually, she manages to locate the familiar scents of warmth and comfort. in her maw, a carefully selected sprig of mint, taken from the plant she'd been mouthing last. she hopes it'll serve as a suitable offering to the woman, for she wants to know more, longs to spend time in the herb den.

it is dark and empty when she peers inside, though the woman's scent is fresh. leathered nose wrinkles, but it doesn't feel right to slip inside without the woman. dropping the sprig, the girl issues a call for @Aphrodite, plopping onto her haunches as she waits, tail swaying behind her.