The force of love beginning

We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars

The female was resting after her most recent spar, nursing a couple smaller injuries from bites that had gained hold. If they scarred, well, Pyrrhus didn’t mind. She’d done enough to clean the wounds at least. An ear twitched as she lay out in the mud and slush by her den… not exactly the sort of stuff you wanted to chance getting into a wound. But Pyrr wasn’t worried… she lived a bit on the edge of things. If she got an infection, well, that was what healers were for, right? The female gave a shrug. She’d never really been into the whole plant thing like her mother had been.

In some ways Pyrrhus missed her parents. Her heat reminded her that she was now old enough to start a family of her own… something she wasn’t rushing by any means. If it happened one day then great. If not, well, no worries, right? She closed her fiery eyes and attempted a nap. If night fell and it started to get cold she’d surely wake and move to her den. But she didn’t expect to sleep that long, in all honesty. She had a patrol or something to get to before the day was over.

We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky