2/28/2016
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1:32 PM
She raked her fur through the pine's rough bark, snapping off the tinier bits and lodging them in her russet coat. The movement was harsher than it would have been at any other time of year. Right now, the mild scraping felt good. A good shake sent the wooden hitchhikers flying in all directions. Her skin was beginning to feel hot; legs itching to keep moving and exerting themselves on some new task. The warmer, sun-baked midday air was not helping Raela feel any less agitated. This first heat made her understand just a little better why her own mother had snapped at everyone so. She was fine around the men in the pack, and she practically walked on air around Gent, but all the other females seemed to kick up something she'd rather not experience.
It wasn't Raela, it was instinct. That didn't mean she had to like it, and until today the matriarch had managed to stay clear of internal transgressions. The others did not deserve to be snarled and leered at, no matter how much her hormones demanded it. They would not breed this year; she trusted in that much. Two of the women were brand new, and Moraxia was a friend. The Queen of the Crest might have managed to keep her temper in check, but she was still finding herself behaving more dominantly than before. Her tail had begun to sneak up behind her back; a silent status symbol and signal to keep them in their places until this season was over. Even her stride had stiffened a little in recent days.
It was still very mild behavior compared to other Alphas, who were no doubt slamming subordinates to the ground and grabbing muzzles to make their point. Was she even going to sire pups this year? The temptation was real with the leader's estrus breathing down her neck, but it was still too big a question. She and Gent might have declared their love, but puppies? She wasn't going to think about it now. Another pine tree bore the brunt of her aggressions with a casual shoulder-check. A few tawny hairs clung to the trunk, yet another reminder of the impending spring. Her coat would be shedding in mere weeks. The unsuspecting timber was then coated in urine, and Raela went on her way with a loftily arched tail.
There weren't others around at the moment anyway, so hopefully this method of venting herself wouldn't bother them.
It wasn't Raela, it was instinct. That didn't mean she had to like it, and until today the matriarch had managed to stay clear of internal transgressions. The others did not deserve to be snarled and leered at, no matter how much her hormones demanded it. They would not breed this year; she trusted in that much. Two of the women were brand new, and Moraxia was a friend. The Queen of the Crest might have managed to keep her temper in check, but she was still finding herself behaving more dominantly than before. Her tail had begun to sneak up behind her back; a silent status symbol and signal to keep them in their places until this season was over. Even her stride had stiffened a little in recent days.
It was still very mild behavior compared to other Alphas, who were no doubt slamming subordinates to the ground and grabbing muzzles to make their point. Was she even going to sire pups this year? The temptation was real with the leader's estrus breathing down her neck, but it was still too big a question. She and Gent might have declared their love, but puppies? She wasn't going to think about it now. Another pine tree bore the brunt of her aggressions with a casual shoulder-check. A few tawny hairs clung to the trunk, yet another reminder of the impending spring. Her coat would be shedding in mere weeks. The unsuspecting timber was then coated in urine, and Raela went on her way with a loftily arched tail.
There weren't others around at the moment anyway, so hopefully this method of venting herself wouldn't bother them.
(This post was last modified: Feb 28, 2016, 07:10 PM by Raela.)