These days that never end
10-25-2013, 02:27 PM
Ever since most of the pack had disappeared to go to this war that Isardis had insisted on bringing upon Valhalla the territory had been eerily quiet. Euphrosyne had done little but rest in her deen for the last few days, leaving only to get water or grab a bite to eat. Her stomach had grown huge with her pregnancy and even a short walk around the forest she called home was beginning to be a chore. She was determined to stretch her legs today though, so she slipped out of her den and into the cold autumn air, moving slowly out into the territory. Her emerald gaze drifted lazily over the trees and she wondered who would still be hanging around Glaciem instead of being off to war. She'd like the company, whoever it may be. She knew that soon enough she would be trapped in the den with pups to care for so might as well get her socializing in now while she still could. Russet-tipped ears flicked here and there, searching for any noise, and her nose pulled in the air around her to try and catch any scent. Surely there was someone out there that would want to keep a pregnant fea company. Speech Thought Others |