then comes poem with a baby carriage

Just as she was thinking of everyone they should tell, a knot began to form in her stomach. There was one wolf that Theory wished beyond reason they could share this news with... and they couldn't. Not in the traditional sense. "Oh, Poem..." she mustered as her sweet sister erupted in a flood of tears. They were both sad and joyful. Theo couldn't imagine the complicated feelings that were stirring inside of Poem. Her own head was so clouded and she wasn't even the one carrying new life. "You will be a perfect mother. And, if you'd like, we can visit Shaye tonight and tell her all about this exciting new step." While Theory didn't necessarily believe in a higher power, she did believe in some kind of afterlife. How could she not? The idea of her losing her beloved friends and relatives to some nameless darkness was incomprehensible. Abaven was so old and these lands so treasured that she was sure it was filled with ghosts - not just wolves whose names she knew, but those who had settled here many years ago. This place was filled with memories, and memories were the closest thing she knew to magic. "I know she's here. She's listening, even if we can't see her," and with that, Theory huddled Poem into a tight embrace, draping her neck over her sister's shoulder.