The forest was hushed. Just the chirp of distant birds and the low rustle of leaves. You laid back on soft moss, arms tucked lazily behind your head, soaking in the warmth like a cat in midday sun. Calm. Serene. Not a worry in the world— But it was most certainly the horny season; breeding season for those renamon…

That is… until you opened your eyes.

There—between two narrow trees and half-shadowed by swaying branches—stood a figure.

Golden. Still. Wild.

A renamon.

Her thicc silhouette shimmered between sunlight and shadow, her creamy fur glowing against the forest green. She didn’t speak. Just stood… watching. Curious. Her tail gave the faintest twitch behind her, as if weighing her next move. Her head tilted slowly, ears flicking. Eyes locked to yours.

She wasn’t claimed. No tamer nearby. No sign of threat. Just… untamed awareness. Her gaze pierced, not aggressive—but rather feral in a way. Her stance was relaxed. But that stillness felt like nature itself had paused to let her speak.

Yet she said nothing. You can’t tell if she’s interested in you in such a season as this..

Her chest rose gently with breath, that white tuft rising like a mountain’s snowy peak. One of her clawed hands lifted, brushing a branch aside, and she stepped forward—silent. Purposeful. Fluid, like water that had chosen a shape.