The Way of the Fist

The call reached her ears as she was out checking her snares and traps. She couldn't imagine why Zell would want everyone there, he'd made it clear to her last time she'd seen him. He didn't like her and wouldn't tolerate her being near him. Now that she was pregnant she had even more reason not to want to get in his way or be near him. He'd be angry with her and she would be able to do nothing. She didn't even know how to start defending herself. Trust was a thing she didn't have for many here in the pack, aside from Torin, Faite, Star, and Frost.

Torin was who she was closest with and that's how she was starting to like it. Just her, and eventually, because she had no choice unless she wanted to abort inoccent lives, her children, with torin stopping in on occassion. She moved towards Torin's den, stashing her prey on the way between there and her den. She didn't want to be late, and would rather not arrive without her best friend as back up if she needed it. Though she wasn't sure if Torin would be able to stand up tho his dad if he had to, his dad was a warrior with good reason.

She arrived and Torin was waiting already. She aimed to give him a quick soft headbutt before they moved on. She didn't want to speak right now. She was a bundle of nerves and Alois was above them watching her to ensure nothing happened. The bird was becoming one of her rocks in this, Torin being her other. As they arrived Jewell stopped, staying back with her ears back, suddenly feeling very subconscious about her situation. Zell would find more reason to hate her for sure. She wished Faite was here with Frost as well. They might of been able to keep him from being so angry with her. Her tail tucked and she moved quickly to the side Torin motioned her to. She didn't speak, only lowered her head and tried her best to sit in a way that would best hide her gently swollen gut. She was learning already, when zell was around she was best to shut her mouth.