It had been a tumultuous turn. They had left home, traveled to Semaca, added a new wherlet to the family, and helped defend their new home, then spent months working to get Thornsk back to her full strength in the aftermath of the spotty attack. And as Rosethorn noticed the subtle glow beginning in Thornsk's hide, it would appear that this turn was going to continue the theme of big events.
This was not Thornsk's first run, nor her first clutch. But it would be her first at Semaca, and perhaps more importantly, her first after her leg injury. She still couldn't put weight on it, and likely never would again per the healers. Thornsk was still a formidable garnet with only three legs, but Rosethorn would be a liar if she ever said she hadn't been a little worried about when this day would come. Runs were taxing affairs, after all.
When the night finally came, it was a clear one, not a cloud in the sky, the stars out in force, the moon a barely visible crescent, with a consistent breeze that kept it from getting too hot. A perfect night for any wher's run. Rosethorn didn't need her partner to say anything to know tonight would be the night. "If I told you to take it easy, would you listen to me?" Rosethorn grouched.
No, Thornsk answered honestly. Soft runs make soft babies. Need strength to survive here. Even if her run did not produce eggs, she would rather push herself than risk a clutch that would not survive should the spotties return. The garnet slipped off into the dark, letting her instincts take over.
Have fun, darlin'! Rosesk called after her.
Semaca, Thornsk called out as she blew through the gates on her three good legs. I run. Who join me in jungle? Who brave enough to chase? Her suitors had to be strong, had to be willing to face the dangers of the jungle with her if they hoped to stand any chance of catching her.