Meadowlark Prairie Oh please; youre drunk

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Her heat passed as fiercely as it arrived, leaving her drinking gallons of water and consuming everything in her path. Etephyr was a right bitch, before she wanted everything to do with a mans attention, now she loathed the idea of seeing a living creature that wasn't prey. She would show it. 

The woman currently bathed in a small stream of spring water, letting the current wash away her filth, the water darkened as the weeks of muck finally parted with her flesh and fur. The cool water seemingly sizzled on her skin, sweeping the last remnants of heat off her body, she reveled in her newfound scent, grateful it won't attract unwanted visitors. 

Etephyr stood and shook the remaining beads of water off her fur, taking to preening herself seconds later. It wasn't long before she moved on, towards the north to hunt for her meal. Her gait purposeful with long strides, expression indignant; unapproachable.