love-me-not

Eden was out and about.

She located the herb she required easily, the brightly green wide leaves a welcome sight. She settled in, her belly stretching already, to dig up the motherwort. Anyone that had dealings with pregnant women would know her scent had changed to match them. She wondered what other packs were expecting - and if she'd ever know. Having kept herself secluded for a few weeks, even a month or two, had done little for knowledge.

The Plunder was behind her by a few steps. Time's Cavern and the beach are in sight still; just in case. She hadn't been outside in a long time. Since even before the Pirates raided Habari, she found she had some time alone - at last. It had been all work and pack-related stuff. When the pups came, what could she teach them? How to be a doormat? A worker bee? It was good to have a work ethic, but she needed space. At least she could prepare for these pups.

Motherwort would be useful, but she needed more herbs. Perhaps the Plunder could spare someone to escort her to a suitable location to gather later.