The girl would navigate her way expertly back to her den, though she was bringing the rabbit that dangled from her jaws to her sister. It seemed that her den was much more appealing than Motif?s own, and Rhythm had no arguments to this revelation. She enjoyed all the extra time she got to spend with her sister. Spending all that time with her though would prove something else to her though, Motif was not eating enough by far. Thus the reason she had gone out early in search of the prize dangling in her jaws. Eagerly she?d make her return, graceful form coming to rest in front of the den. No matter how much Motif didn?t want to move, she needed to come out and eat. "Mo, wake up and come out here." She?d say softly, but with obvious assumed authority. Motif would do what she asked, even if she had to drag her pregnant butt out. ""

The pregnant woman would lounge in her sisters home, in the other girls absence she would stretch out into the rest of the space, spreading out with a sigh and letting her stomach flop to the floor. She was barely even awake, having drifted somewhere to conciousness at the gentle jostling of her sister as she left and drifted away again after. She groaned softly as her sister voice struck out through the silence an unknown amount of time later. Rhythm was calling her from her den, beckoning her into the outside world and the scent of fresh meat would reach her nostrils. She twitched her nose, instantly weary as she pulled herself to her paws and peered out of the den ? she would not take charity, if that was what Rhythm was offering her. She moved from the den and sat on the earth outside, tilting her head and looking at her sister before stretching her jaws wide in a yawn. She shook out her coat, her over-sized belly flopping with the motion. ?Whats up, Rhythm?? she asked softly. "Speech"

Rhythm had dropped the carcass before calling out to her sister, haunches falling to the ground as she caught the sound of her groan. A mischievous half smile would adorn her features as Motif slowly pulled herself from the earth. Easily her sister would echo her position, getting comfortable as bright yellow eyes took her in. She?d keep her giggle stifled, knowing that her sister would not appreciate the laughter at her ever larger form. She?d move forward a bit to greet the newly awoken siblings before retreating and nosing the dead rabbit closer, "I?ve brought you breakfast!" She?d say simply, not explaining that she?d noticed the lack of eating, or even offering a worried tone, this was just a sister bringing her littermate the most important meal of the day. "Speech"

The queen would raise her brows, seeing the amusement in Rhythm's eyes. She couldn't keep a smile from twitching her own lips, a trait of odd amusement that she seemed to have developed at some point after finding herself pregnant. She would return Rhythm's greeting with a gentle nuzzle of her own before sighing softly at looking at the prey her sister had brought. She had a strong feeling she was busted, and that Rhythm knew her stubborn pride had reared up somewhere along the way to stop her from asking for help with hunting. Still, she couldn't just lie down and accept the offering without a small touch of rebellion. ?Breakfast sounds good, thanks Rhy ? but im not touching it if we aren't sharing? she told her sister with a sly smile. "Speech"

She would just continue smiling innocently as her sister thought of a way to counter her gift. Though she hadn?t quite expected such a statement she couldn?t deny the rebuttal was good. She?d nod easily but, "You?ve got to eat all you can first though." She?d say as she reached down to nudge the meal closer to her sister?s paws. She?d recline easily, as long as her sister had her fill Rhythm would be fine. She had to feed herself as well the unborn pups within her. She would say that Motif had reached the halfway mark, or was coming rather close, and a familiar spark of uneasy nervousness would return as she dreaded the day of their birth. "Speech"

The prey that lay before them would set the girls stomach into rumbles. She sighed, glaring at the part of her that betrayed her before turning back to Rhythm again. It seemed her sister wouldn't settle for the compromise easily, making one of her own. The girl sighed, she would have much rather they dug in together, it would have lessoned the feeling of charity. All the same, she wouldn't hurt Rhythm's feelings and with a grudging sigh would settle herself down on the ground and daintily pick up the kill between her teeth, moving it closer to herself before she dug in on the meal. She would easily eat two thirds of the catch before nudging it to Rhythm now, looking up at her sister with a tired smile. ?Your turn? she prompted. "Speech"

Rhythm would notice easily the hunger that took her sister, she knew that the girl needed this nourishment. Didn?t she realize she needed to put aside her pride for her babies? She?d stifle her own sigh as Motif tucked in to her meal, eating a healthy portion of it before handing the carcass back to Rhythm. According to their deal the second sister would easily clean up the rest of the animal. Discarding only the fur and gnawing on the bones she?d look up at Motif, "So, you?re halfway through. How are you feeling?" She?d try to keep her eyes from the lump of Motif?s belly, still trying to keep herself detached in case Motif never changed her mind. "Speech"

Without a single word of complaint, Rhythm would finish off the curl and sort out the remains. Motif watched, a fond smile touching her lips as she appraised her sister. She was everything Motif could have ever asked for in a sister and more, she was there for all the terrible girly moments that the tom-boy Queen hated to deal with alone, she accepted who Motif was even now without trying to change her, only pushing and nudging to move around Motif's pride. As the other returned her attention to Motif, she would also turn the conversation back to the things growing in the Queen's belly. Her words only caused a sigh to blow through Motif's lips before she answered. ?Half way... sounds like an achievement, but sure doesn't feel like it? she muttered, the time past, spent again this way sounded already like forever. "Speech"

Rhythm would not know the most inner thoughts of her sister as she was brought to thinking about her. Rhythm would just do what she needed to keep her family happy. She couldn?t always control the events in their lives, had Rhythm been with Motif on her trip south she wouldn?t have come back with little presents she was sure. She hadn?t meant to upset her sister, the woman would sigh upsettingly as she was forced to think about them. Sure didn?t sound like she was any more attached to the tiny things. "It is an achievement, not all she wolves make it this far." She?d say, knowing the words would be that much more meaningful if Motif had planned on raising the children. "You won?t be like this forever." She?d smile, reaching over to nuzzle her sister. No matter how long she was pregnant, Rhythm knew it would not be long enough. She would dread the coming birth, and the events after. ""

Rhythm would agree that it was an achievement and Motif would sigh, still had sitting on the earth as she shifted her weight and attempted to find a more comfortable position to settle her belly. Again Rhythm's words would be an attempt to comfort the mother and Motif would reach forward and nuzzle her sister gently in a wordless thanks at the attempt. She didn't know Rhythm's thoughts once again strayed to the pups future, but perhaps it would have been easy enough to guess. ?Alright Rhy? she said, a cheeky and almost defiant not touching her vocals. ?Did you have any other plans for me today?? she wondered, teasing her sister in that Rhythm perhaps had more control over Motif's day then the queen had. It seemed whenever Rhythm thought she was too mopy she would drag her for a walk and now it seemed she was not beyond throwing food down her sisters gullet. And now, after all this effort Rhythm put it it was clear Motif was out of the depression she had begun to fall in at the start of this trial. "Speech"