but you never close the door

She was in heat, she was in heat.... For the love of everything, she hated being in heat. Frustration marred her face as she battled the cravings inside of her, and she groaned as she rolled over, peering inside her old den. Just like last season, the cravings were getting under her skin and influencing her very emotions. It was getting highly irritating. She flopped back over, restless, to stare back the other way, at the grasses in front of her. She was laying outside her old den, with Farrym sitting on a root and cleaning himself as she was decidedly miserable.

A rustle of grass made her head raise, and she sniffed the air, trying to see what it was she just heard. It was either something big or super close to her; she hadn't been paying attention so she didn't have much an idea. Her curiosity didn't remain for long, because the question was answered the moment she smelled ark. Flailing up, her tail started to wag behind her as she forcibly ignored the thing called heat. Lark would certainly help with that, she hoped - he would be a distraction from the annoying physical desires.

She stood up as he got closer, her expression suddenly cheerful. She hadn't seen him since her season started, and though that was not that long ago, she had missed him and his company. Much like him, she didn't bother questioning that desire, and she eagerly bounced forward to meet him, nose reading out to tap him on the shoulder in greeting, all while smiling.

"Lark" | "Lillianna"