A smirk tugs at the corner of her slick maw at the goddess' compaints. She settles upon the surface of a large, sun-bleached rock, curling her lengthy tail around her paws and letting the weak winter light shimmer against her cream fur. Leera's own pregnancy is beginning to take a toll on her physically as well, so resting beside the roaring river will do her good.
"You'll be a mother before long," the femme crones, eyes travelling once over to the companion caracal, offering him nothing but a wordless dip of the chin. Leera holds a particular prejudice against felines, in fact she holds prejudices against all other species that aren't wolf. "An exciting endeavor, to further one's bloodline."
She gazes along the river's edge, not searching for anything in particular but just observing the natural watery wonder, but then she sees the glimmer of material in the cold winter sunlight and squints. "What's that by the water?" Leera stands and glides down from her place atop the rock, stepping closer to examine what strange items she might be seeing.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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