pri's currently in proestrus stage ( non-receptive ) so she might be extra bitey. ;-)
the morning was still in it's dawning hours when praimfaya stirs awake; skin too hot beneath the still heavy winter coat she'd grown to combat the cold. instinct tells her that it has begun; as does the unique cloying scent her body's producing. it hangs heavy in the air of her den — a small cavern — blocking out the bitter smell of moss, damp stone and earth. feeling immediately claustrophobic she hurries out of her den, mussing the soft rabbit furs she had begun to line it with.
the early morning air is chilling; but she finds it soothing and draws in a deep breath of the pine. it's a sharp tang that cools the heat along her flesh and she stretches and heads towards the nearest water source to lap at the cold water; trying to focus on each of her senses in the moment instead of the rapid changes happening to her.
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