Mr Magoo

A last staggering step brought Alfrun to an unsteady halt, where she stood with her head weaving back and forth slightly in confusion. Pawsteps came to her, muffled by the crystals near her ears. The voice was likewise muffled, but she moved her unsteady head to follow it. "Ulfr?" she murmured. Her sister's adopted son, her nephew. What was he doing back here? Had he come to see her sister? Or was it her? She smiled a gentle smile at him. "My nephew. What can I do for you?" She hadn't quite understood him, but he seemed upset about something. She'd help him however she could, as long as it didn't risk the lives growing within her. She had sacrificed much for them.