RE: Nova, you got on the wrong end of a porcupine.
Spring was the time of change, and through her skin and down to her bones Nova felt the season changing. The nights were still freezing, and snow still clung tight to the ground in the well-shadowed pockets of woodland on the east side of the Lore. But the days were growing longer, the sun shining with more strength and lending green vitality to the forest's flora. The forest wasn't the only thing changing. But unlike the coming spring, these changes were entirely unfamiliar to Nova, bringing with them a sense of anticipation and excitement. They started out subtle at first, her scent shifting and the burning desire for her mate settling down, leaving the constant, but much less desperate need to keep Camio close. Only recently had her normally narrow waistline started to thicken, making Nova's imagination run at the thought of the life that stirred in her belly. How many were there? Would they look more like her, or Camio? Would she curse them with her awkward, uncoordinated lankiness? What in the world were they going to name them?
Practically attached at the hip, the two lovers had journeyed down south through the Lore. They moved at an unhurried pace, just taking the time to soak it all in. They had stopped for the night on the north end of an expansive marshland, finding a dry hill and taking their rest under a shrubby pacific willow. Nova woke that morning with a roaring hunger, requiring all her willpower to keep from biting Camio's poor head off. He had slunk off with promise of rooting out something for breakfast, leaving Nova to await patiently for his return.
Or at least, that's what she would have been doing had a delectable scent not wafted by her little hilltop perch. It wasn't a deer, musky in odor but not a beaver, either. Licking her chops, Nova decided she couldn't let something so delicious just pass her by. Glancing around first, Nova stood up and waddled carefully down the hill, looking around for her meal.
As she moved down onto the squelchy damp marsh soil, she didn't have to look for long before a hairy lump of an animal ambled through the reeds. It glared Nova down with its beady eyes before abruptly turning around, making its slow trek in the opposite direction. Nova had no idea what it was, other than food that apparently didn't care too much if it got eaten. Not expecting much, Nova simply walked up to it, reaching down to grab at the strangely hairy looking tail that dragged along after the creature. Just as she was about to reach for it, the thing had gave a little flick of its tail, depositing a bunch of sharp quills right into the end of Nova's broad snout.
"YEEOWWWCH!" she yelled, whimpering as she tripped over herself trying to make a frantic retreat from the cursed thing and running hastily back towards the hilltop with tail tucked between her legs.