Shadewood kick up a stink

When she heard Riley’s tentative footsteps, Masquerade stiffened, only to relax the instant his nose skimmed along her backbone. She huffed out another sigh, rolling her weight to one side so she could turn her head and look at him.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m just having all the feelings today, she lamented, only for her own words to click in her head.

Her eyes widened. It wasn’t unusual for her to get in her head on occasion, though these outbursts were very much not normal. Could it be another hormonal change? Her mind flew back to the day when she’d picked up New Snow’s scent, only to metamorphose in the blink of an eye.

Do you think, she said quietly, it could be an early sign…?