Ouroboros Spine Waiting on that morning sun

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Nasamik was not new to the feeling of craving. This season had come before. But like the last time, she did not enjoy it.

Intent upon keeping to her ulaq until the festering aches subsided, the northern girl lay uncomfortably upon her bed of furs.

Her body refused to rid of the feverish warmth. Trickles of sweat would slowly seep through the lengthy furs that made up her soft, pale coat. 

There were other feelings as well. Some of them, she could not explain, nor decide whether they were irritating or pleasant. Nonetheless, she knew what they led to; an itch to fulfill certain... needs. This itch remained, growing more and more. The young hunter couldn't help it when a whine or two slipped away from her throat. But hopefully, by staying away from the open territory, she would attract no unwanted guests, nor those annoyed by her uncontrollable circumstances.