Broken Boulder i hope you devour

going to be vaguey-vague about the rivenwood vs. legion thing, heh.

with the snows appearing to have abated — or if not abated then there was at least a lull — praimfaya peers at the cloudy day from the inside of her den, lined with soft moss and soft rabbit furs she had laid out to dry. it was the most attention she's ever paid to a den's interior; unaware that her instincts were subconsciously driving the interior decorator within praimfaya to nest... or at least make one. a safe, warm cocoon of protection burrowed beneath the earth.

by her calculations, her first heat would be upon her soon; in two or three months time; and she was no closer to finding a husband prospect than she'd been from the moment she'd brought to mahler's attention her desire to have cubs this year.

while her newly decorated den is cozy and warm from the chill that settles into her bones as she heads towards rivenwood's borders to patrol; she needs the stretch of her legs. the scrimmage with legion has made her restless... though for what she couldn't be sure.