maternity leave

Lucretia couldn't help but return to their old lands now that she was showing fully. There was something about being pregnant (the word still seemed strange) that made her emotions much more acute. The typically analytical, detached female found herself weeping routinely over the silliest of things, among other strange changes. Nostalgia seemed to chase her everywhere she went. Luce was yearning for the comfort of something familiar. Against her own better judgement, she'd asked Bourbon to accompany her on the journey back. It wasn't terribly far but she was wary of excessive exercise. It was already to hard to keep weight on her. 

Once they had arrived, Lucretia set about cleaning out the area where she would eventually restock her herbs. After a few sneezes and much grumbling, the den was back to being in ship shape. Ideally, she would raise her children here. Her children. Luce never thought she'd be here, expecting, with a mate by her side. So much had come to pass since the volcano. "Feels good to be home, yes?" She offered, giving Bourbon an affectionate nuzzle on the cheek. They were both covered in soot and dust, but luckily the lake was nearby. The water would be bracingly cold but that almost sounded pleasant given how filthy she was.