Moral to the Story

Her little paws followed diligently after Ultyr. He was a man on a mission now, having caught the scent of one of the Morningstar's. Not that she had a clue who they were really at this point. She was a little slower than him but was doing her best. Her stomach was already beginning to round noticeably but what was bothering her wasn't that. What bothered her most was the fact that some things she ate just weren't agreeing with her, she'd thrown up several of her meals recently, not that it was her fault.

She also had a need to piss almost too often. That didn't bother her, if it wasn't for Ultyr's quickened pace it wouldn't of been an issue. His chuff caught her attention easily as she had fallen slightly behind. Not that he likely worried knowing she wasn't about to run. Her paws quickened and she caught up to his heel, panting quietly. Her fur was ruffled against the northward winds here but she could smell something on the wind that did make her mouth water. A crisp scent of clean water and the sound of a waterfall in the distance, how exciting! Though her nose twitched at a different scent. The slaver from before, intermingling again with that of the tuft of fur that Ultyr claimed was from a Morningstar princess. Her tail curled under her as much as it could to protect herself and their unborn from the man. Her ears pressed and she made sure to keep close to Ultyr's right side. Last thing she needed was to get picked off in this fog.

"Things I Hear"