Marianna Leigh felt weird.
Now, this wasn’t something that happened overnight – she didn’t wake up one morning and find herself inexplicably changed. But she’d been hungry the past week or so, hungrier than usual; that in itself was weird, for Gent (and the rest of his pack, by default), made sure that the youth was fed well enough. It certainly wasn’t like fending for herself. The lost weight had been replaced, and she’d been fine – so why had it reared its ugly head?
And now…this? She felt so warm; at first, she might have chalked it up to the weather. Winter seemed to be breaking a little early. The snow was melting, the sun seemed to shine more brightly, and winter seemed to be on its way out. She hadn’t started to blow coat yet, so of course she felt too hot. But that didn’t explain the tingly feeling that started in the tip of her tail and slowly worked its way over her body now, did it? At first, Ari had tried to itch it away, but that didn’t work. Neither did rolling in the snow. It was just…it was just weird, weird and uncomfortable, she had no other words for it, and slowly, very slowly, the young Leigh was starting to wonder if there was actually something wrong with her.
With an angry huff, she threw herself down in the snow pack and began to roll, for what felt like the seventeenth time that day alone.