Her womb has begun to swell. Only slightly, however -- after all, at this point she is early in her pregnancy and the unborn pups weight no more than a few ounces, but she feel the new weight of them in growing abdomen. But even in her pregnancy, she is silent as she slips between the alabaster trees, ears erect, small rosy eyes watching, searching, wanting.
As an expecting mother, the wolfess knows the importance of rest, but she's grown bored and restless with lying in her dark den of tangled thistle. She decides to take a peek around Erövrare and try to get tabs on the private, reclusive wolves that reside within.
She spots a younger wolf quickly enough, fur tinged a deep chocolate tone, and her ear ticks with thought. The stranger's scent tells her she isn't an intruder, and so Leera sets her tail up and slips through the trees around the Shrine before approaching. "Hello, little dove," she purrs, but her eyes are careful and watch her with a slight edge. Her widening hips drop to the earth and she sits, tail curling around her paws slowly. She notices the way the younger girl studies the water and the stones near the Shrine. "Looking for anything in particular?"
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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