The dark woman's pelt felt like there were embers burning just beneath the surface. It wasn't her first season but she still didn't like it. Everything felt more intense this time of the year. Her emotions felt like a live wire, easy to set off in any direction. Scents were more distracting and if she paid attention she could sometimes catch the smells of others caught in the season like she was.
Laying near the edge of what likely would be a small waterfall once the waters finished unthawing Iris chewed on a rib bone that she had found to crack it open. It had probably come from a deer or one of the goats she had seen on the mountain side. Regardless she wasn't going to turn down a chance at the sweet marrow within. Especially when it offered as a distraction from the heat that flickered beneath her fur.