So you want to start a war with a loaded gun?
The way the weather began to warm made her fur uncomfortable, heavy and weighing her down as she dredged her way through the Pass. Even in the higher altitudes, she felt uncomfortable. It was a shame, knowing the further she travelled down the side would simply add to her discomfort, lest it begin to rain soon or perhaps even if she found a lake to dip her fur in. Even then, she knew it would only provide her with a frustratingly temporary relief.
Her shoulders rolled back, an uncomfortable itching she didn’t understand crawling down her spine. She’d felt restless and on edge for a day or so now, but without formal instruction as to what was happening, she would not understand what her body was aching for. It was the downside, having mute parents… her father had never uttered a word, her mother seldom with words… a habit she had picked up from both. How long had it been since she had last felt comfortable around another to use her voice?
It seldom happened.
Her green eyes focused on the path in front of her, trying to ignore the crawling in her spine, the almost painful nature that came with it all the same.