if I could write you a song

She was happy in her new life. She was pregnant with a new family, and she was free here. Though she had never known Rhyme was a slave or that he had others he kept here that had been. She hobbled on, her large stomach speaking of not only her condition but also the potential size of their little ones. Rhyme had been busy with trying his best to ensure the lands were secure. Though she didn't know if he had noticed the scent of another who was pregnant, shaye if she could determine from the scents. Maybe she should tell him, he sometimes seemed to not notice.

She was padding along, on a return from the kill pile. It was getting too cold to fish and she was much too slow to catch deer on her own right now. She wouldn't ask rhyme or anyone though, she didn't want to become an inconveinence to the pack. Her head was down and her mouth carried a fat hare. Her den was almost dug out now as well.

(You can power play her walking into him if u want, she's not really paying much attention)