We'll Go Up In Flames, And Down In History

By now it was visibly obvious that Kirsi was carrying children. Song was well aware, though she wasn't sure if anyone else in the pack had noticed yet. It had only become apparent in the last week or so, but now it was unmistakable. She'd taken to keeping to herself more often than not, becoming uncharacteristically introverted as her pregnancy drew on. She knew of the general state of uneasy among the pack; many seemed deeply unhappy with the turn of events when Ignis had taken over. Others had left. The last thing Kirsi wanted was to jeopardize the lives of her unborn children, so she was content to keep to herself - and Song, of course. But a summons from Ignis was something she knew better than to ignore, even if her ongoing nap had been quite enjoyable.

Slowly she roused from sleep and made the short trip to the regular meeting spot, glad that among all the changes that had occurred, the meeting spot remained the same. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she trekked through the snow and toward Ignis's call. Only one wolf had arrived so far, Yurei, besides Ignis. Kirsi offered her a nod, noting her posture which was quite submissive and possibly fearful. She herself didn't move with the same wariness, as calm and controlled as ever, despite her growing belly that seemed to make her movements a bit more difficult. Settling down into a more comfortable position on her haunches, she directed her attention to Ignis and waited patiently for the meeting to begin.