Creating life among the dead

A lot had been on Widows mind since she over reacted at the river. Since then, things started to happen that left the now-woman more confused than anything. This wasn't supposed to be happening yet, not for another few months at least. Was this part of the curse of being so large? Or was this because of that potion she drank the other day? It hardly mattered now.

While staying within the safety of Harbari was probably the safest choice, the last thing she wanted was attention. She knew she was too young to be going into season, but it was happening anyway and combined with the eruption of emotion she'd been having lately, it was really no surprise. Despite knowing it was risky leaving the pack, Widow went for it anyway in search of some place private. With a satchel on her hip filled to the brim with various bottles and edibles she'd made over the last week, she set off towards the foot of the western mountains.

She hadn't known about the neat crypt until she arrived, spotting the small entrance and pushing herself through it. Bones littered the dusty ground, but as she squinted her eyes to make out the shapes in the dark, she decided after a few minutes that this was probably about as private as she was going to get. Settling herself against the farthest wall, Widow picked up one of her potions and took a heavy swig. Most of them this had been made with liquor in an effort to numb some of the new thoughts that came with her heat, though it was hardly working in that way.

His voice called out suddenly, startling the girl. Had he followed her? "..I'm here." She finally said, though softly. Part of her wanted him to leave, but other parts wanted him to stay...

"Speech!"

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