I did a bad thing

Moving around was becoming more and more laborious with each passing day as Aliana's belly grew larger with the pups she carried within. She was larger than she had even been with her previous litter, and she'd thought she'd gotten fairly large then! No doubt many of her children would air more on the side of their father's genetics when it came to size than their mother's. Not that she minded, of course! It did make it more difficult to do anything beyond short walks to relieve herself—which was becoming much more common the further into her pregnancy she went. Otherwise, her daily life had become fairly mundane and easy, with many of her tasks falling to Dalila or Siren. She'd always be eternally thankful for those two ladies and was already thinking of ways she'd be able to repay them for all the good care they'd been giving her.

Today, however, Aliana's peaceful resting was interrupted by the sound of paws scuttling frantically down the corridor. She peered up from where she lay in her bedchambers, spotting that wolf from the Hallows—Ezra she believed his name was—go running by. A moment later, he was doubling back to come to her. She greeted him with warm eyes and a small smile, tipping her head curiously when he nervously asked for her help tending to an injured slave. "Oh dear..." she said with a sad sigh, but nodded and began to very carefully slide herself to the edge of the bed and then to her paws. "Not a problem, Ezra. Let's go make sure they're okay. Um... would you mind helping me down to the pens?" Though it was a tad embarrassing to ask, Ali could literally go nowhere beyond the estate without the assistance of someone else beside her in her ballooned state.

Pausing long enough to grab her satchel of medical supplies, she began the gradual walk as quickly as her body would allow with Ezra's escort to the slave pens on the north side of the island. "Tell me what happened," she asked, "just so I know what to expect. How bad is it? What sort of injury?"

"Aliana"