And then she waddled away, waddle, waddle...

Azariah softly hummed as she began stitching a couple of leather panels together on Ulric's armor, it had taken forever to find something that would even penetrate the skins the right way, but they had found it. Umbra sat up on a branch behind her, acting as sort of a lookout for anyone coming toward them. Azariah didn't want to risk scaring anyone when she herself was startled, so having an eye up high was beneficial to prevent such anxiety. Especially now that she was pregnant! The witch smiled to herself as she felt the tiny bodies of her babies squirm and move about in her belly as she softly hummed to herself and took in the warmth of the sun. Taking care not to stab herself, Azariah pushed a bit of bone through until it popped through on the other side of the leather, then flipped the piece she was working on to pull it through with her teeth. Sewing would be easier with a primate, she had seen wolves with such companions in her travels, and it would be prudent to get one for herself. The current method she used felt crude, and often caused her lips to ache, though she did not mind having the busy work to keep her contented.

Birds chirped in the trees, with Umbra softly trilling on her branch as Azariah worked below, not far from the den she shared with Ulric. There was a thought that she should perhaps do more in regard to her healing practices, but more often than not her feet ached and swelled in the late stages of her pregnancy. Pausing in her work, Azariah's entire body swayed gently with the force of an internal squabble taking place, her dark red eyes widened and she took a breath as the pups shrank the room her lungs resided in. "Whoa, little ones, warrior training should be with your father, not with me." She spoke to the babies in her womb, a laugh in her voice and a twinkle in her eyes. Anyone approaching could see she was positively beaming, even what she suspected were only days away from giving birth.