Cerulean Cape lent et douloureux

There seemed constantly these days to be a bird fluttering against the banded bars of her ribcage. A symptom of her burgeoning fertility, she assumed. Unimaginative though she might be, Moorhen could not pretend not to know why she was suddenly driven to secure not just her island home, but the coastal regions nearest to it as well. She was yet uncertain about whether or not she would be bringing children into the world, but the Cairn saw no reason not to give into these instincts, and thus, found herself upon the Cape that day threading through the snowy pampas groves to leave her fur clinging to the razor-like grasses. Spores left by her warm paw pads were gently spiced, and when she relieved herself with lifted leg on an innocent rock, her urine was musky and sweet-scented. Lol.

It was during this act that she noticed the pale figure of Tahani. From even this short distance, Moorhen mistook her for another - Takyok, she hailed, tail wagging tentatively.