Dragoncrest Cliffs It’s a crying shame them’s the breaks

@erzulie @rosalyn

The restlessness had had her patrolling the borders, and finding herself kicking and fidgeting in dreams that had become so vivid and alarming that she found herself still somewhat dizzy when she awoke. Her heart felt…Perhaps two times the size it ought to be, but not heavy. Yearning, agitated, forceful but brittle. 

Bewildered, she skittered from her den at dawn toward where she knew her mothers were bedded with her siblings. One of them, at least, would be home with the pups. She approached and whimpered softly at the den’s mouth, a note that expressed the complexity of her current situation, which simultaneously made her want to stow away in her den and run off into the hills and frolic like a fawn.