Holy Jetsam

She'd become rotund, not because she'd been eating well, but because of the pregnancy. She felt like she was ten sizes too big in her belly. Either it was a massive litter or she had a few massive pups that had grown within her. She was due any day now, but still they hadn't found a place for her to stay to whelp. Her ears had been pressed all day. Worry was on her face, worry that Ultyr wouldn't let her find a place she could lay low for some weeks. She really just wanted to find a place and get a bunch of fluffy pelts to lay amongst.

She was sure that Ganymede had snarky words for Ultyr as they trounced along the shoreline, but she was drowning out conversations for the most part as she thought. She had to wonder how these Morningstars would react to her. If they would expect her to know them. Would Ganymede stop them from hurting Ultyr? She understood some might think Ultyr the bad guy, but he wasn't. Or at least not in her opinion. Would they hate her because she loved Ultyr and carried his children?

A glance up at Ultyr as he searched the shoreline. Would he care for his children? Or try to sell them into slavery? Would he throw her away as soon as they made it where they were going? Would his lover be there? Would his lover kill her? If so she hoped for a swift fast death. Though a look to Ganymede and she gave a small sad smile. He would likely be done with them as soon as they made it. Would he ever be her friend? She knew she was different then they remembered, but would he still hang around her?

She doubted he would. She wasn't worth it. She was useless other than being a vessel to carry children at this point. She'd lost everything and had since finding it clung onto the book like it was a lifeline. It was her only way to communicate her mind and to make it known she had a brain in all this. Her thoughts were broken by Ultyr's voice. "In you get... Lailah." A look to what he had found and then him. Didn't he expect her to swim? She knew she wasn't a strong swimmer due to her size but she still was used to swimming. The fact Ganymede put his pelt on the ship scrap, and they both expected her to get on it made her blink. She was a slave, shouldn't they cart Ultyr or Ganymede on it since they were the royalty? Her name had brought the wag to her tail but she had confusion on her face. Still she wasn't going to not when Ultyr had told her to. She climbed aboard it and did her best to stay balanced on it. "You and I are both swimming. Got some fins?" She hoped Ganymede wasn't about to piss Ultyr off. She kind of relied on him not being pissed off right now.

Once they made land she was quick to climb off. Her ears pressed as Ultyr flopped. Dainty paws moved and she waddled to be next to him. Worry on her face for the brute of a man. Her eye went to Ganymede briefly before she semiflopped and laid where she would be against his neck. Her tongue came out in a featherlight kiss to Ultyr's brow as her thanks to him for not making her swim. Her eye then moving to Ganymede and she nodded her thanks while they caught there breath.

The island before them was lush, greenery everywhere. There were buildings as well. Massive buildings at that. She felt like an ant among them. The buildings even dwarfed Ultyr, a feat she thought would never be accomplished. Her eye took in the sandy beach as well. It seemed to be the closest to the main shoreline. This was definitely a defensible island. The Judilian remnants seemed to know how to pick a place. The froth of the ocean behind her was a welcome shushing sound as well. The sound of seagulls overhead were nice as well. And was that a seal in the ocean? She sat up and placed a paw on Ultyr's snout briefly before smiling and pointing to the small cute thing as it watched them.

A wag to her tail as her ears also caught the tweets of the bird that had seemed to start following her when the boys had went on their hunting expedition. It was a small chickadee and it took the moment to land on her bag with a huffing from its flight. Its voice sang quietly to them. A smile at the thing as it took the chance to show itself to her companions. She had no name for the bird yet but its song was sweet. While she hated music, she didn't hate this at least.

"Hear"