Greatwater Lake all lit up and i start to s[m]ile

had a bit of a word vomit moment. no need to match length whatsoever!

A croon. A whisper. Osleya heard it clear as day. But as per its host, she found herself curious.

The time of pleasantries and lustful moments were upon the men and women of the wild. She knew this season, but had not yet cared to play a part in it, for none had truly captivated her. But she wondered if perhaps it would be this time or the next. Maybe even never, if that's what it came to.

Osleya drew close to a looming shadow of sable and sun. The eyes, immediately she adored. But the desirable beckoning for men brought caution to sprout in her chest. If this woman had aide nearby, an encounter may not have been plausible, nor rational. But this didn't yet stop her from pursuing. They could chase and bite at her all they wanted, for she too had strength on her side in more forms than one.

Closer and closer, she inched, careless to what the other may have to say of it. The itch for a whiff of their finely colored fur... to feel the warmth radiating from the one newly in womanly bloom. Perhaps even to taste the pain of her yearning. The lustfull and affectionate ones had not come, thus she was left to drown in euphoric pain.

The mountain woman fed off this as the distance broke, vying for more with each step. A masochist, some may call her, hardly ever with pure intentions. But everyone had their own way, whether twisted or sown straight. It was the natural rhythm of life. No matter how many eyes crossed and rolled in agitation, or how many lips quivered in fear and disgust, the world would not change to every mere whim. They were left with what they'd been given. A life in which they had to survive and draw the path for what future they were meant to lead.