Swiftcurrent Creek rattling your ground

@akavir!

After a few days of staying at the creek, Eshe decided to join the pack. She'd taken her time in exploring and familiarizing herself with the territory. There were many different herbs to collect and organize, and she had even found a place to establish a garden. All she had to do was tell Akavir, and then she could start the job. She had tried to lose herself in planning the garden to forego the longing that lingered in her mind, but she couldn't shake the feeling.

Eshe had been following his scent trail, eager to let him know what she'd decided and her plans, but as she came closer, she felt something twist in her gut. She paused, frowning, as she glanced toward her abdomen. There had been several indications lately that her season was coming, but she had ignored them—maybe that was the reason behind her deep and intense thirst.

She was like a woman who got her period while wearing white pants; of course, it happened now. Feeling a distinct sting of panic, she turned from the path she was following and bolted towards the river. Her scent was beginning, and she hoped that staying near the water would lessen the intensity of it—at least until she could get her thoughts in order.

Eshe's mind was far from orderly. As she ran, she thought of him, even though he was explicitly off limits because of what she assumed.