Lost Creek Hollow To the whole project

slightly woken up a bit more, terance watched as treason faltered, for some reason. even though terance had a knack for making situations awkward -- missing cues, being boring, etc. etc., he didn't often feel awkward. hopefully i've been consistent about that, but it's totally a written trait he has. so as treason faltered, terance merely yawned again, ears pressing back against his skull as a rather large one took over. his tongue swiped over his muzzle again. 

"horemores," was his grand and almighty diagnosis, though he didn't immediately give much explanation. she seemed a little less eager now, so terance took another moment to be forwardly affectionate -- keeping his own urges at bay, cause she seemed pretty out of it, surprisingly. "c'mere," he muttered, reaching forwards again to touch his nose to her chin in a boop of his own, using a paw to hook her limbs, "i'm not a girl, i dunno how it works, but you've got all the good smells on you, you're probably gonna fall into season in the next few weeks." that's what seabreeze did. and his mom when she'd had maia's litter. terance knew all the tell-tail signs -- they were appealing all the same.