Made to run for our lives

Aslatiel · 05-11-2021, 06:08 AM

Anxiety ran rampant through Aslatiel. Yes, she'd planned to get pregnant and produce the next line of Fatalis wolves, but she hadn't planned to do it immediately. Who even was the father of the children blooming inside of her? There was a one in three chance that the pups would come out purple. That in itself was enough to make Asla vomit. It wasn't that she didn't want Indigo's children. Gods... if she could have his pups without repercussions and the possibility of deformities... his pups would be the only beings to ever grace her womb. Since that wasn't the case, she had to hope that either Naiche or Mojito was the father.

Having needed some time away, Asla went to the hot springs. Though the world was thawing, the ground was still pretty cold. The small woman could use some warmth. Some deep warmth. On her paws, at least. She'd heard somewhere that such intense heat was bad for expectant mothers and she was now in that boat. So, there would be nothing more than wading for the cream and grey fae.

As she neared the springs, she noted the form of another wolf taking advantage of the heat. Asla considered turning and leaving, but her paws really wanted to be warm. Stepping out into one of the more shallow pools, Asla released a pleasure filled sigh. Warmth at last.

"Speech"

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