carry young girls past me, but none of them are you

Sedna's departure from Armada had been rather sudden by all accounts. She had said a quick farewell to Hana, probably the only wolf that would notice she was gone to her thinking, and cleaned out her den and storage, giving one last withering look to the mess of a garden Otis had helped to plant. Maybe one of the other promising healers could move in and make use of it, but she had no need to be carting all those plants and her big belly all across the country side, thank you very much.

She did have some packets of seeds and cuttings wrapped up in small packages Otis had sewn into the edges of her cougar cloak, which was now folded up into a pillow shape and propped under her chin in an attempt to ward off the endless reflux she seemed to suffer. Raijin was out, probably trying to see if he couldn't catch something that she wouldn't vomit at the sight of. Poor guy, she wondered if he knew what he was really getting himself into?

A sharp jolt to her bladder had her abandoning all thoughts of resting in favour of relieving herself for what felt like the 15th time since the sun came up. It really was a design flaw to have so many organs in the way of where babies grew.

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