Moonspear spiky seeds

To the sound of frog-song, she blinked awake from her nap. By the time she resurfaced from the cover of a dark thicket near the creek, the sun had just begun to set. It was time well spent, but she shook out her fur and stretched, urging herself to get warmed up and going before night arrived in full. By then, she hoped to have something more tangible.. especially if her suspicions of rain to come later on held true.

After a long drawn-out yawn she picked up a trot and skimmed the edge of a forested swatch leading away from here, deeper in towards their heartlands and heights. Although in no rush, her nose was wanting to wander after a vague enough trail, and it markedly made her think of her sons. She had come to appreciate the yearling Jarilo more now that he was older and far more aware of what she expected, but the younger Arcturus and @Revui were plenty to keep her busy now that they were always looking to cover more territory than ever before. Amekaze was loathe to stifle them, and instead wanted to nurture their strengths into more constantly, but when the world was rife with the bullshit it was, she always felt that counterbalance—as miserable as it was when her little beasts deserved all and more. After her ill-fated lot last year, it was difficult.

The trees were thinning and her path remained vague, thanks to motivation that seemed to wane and wax as sleep still shook free from her. She only half-paused long enough to lift her nose up tall to tell for sure, but she scented rain, still, and on a breeze from roughly the north.