Brightly Wound
01-12-2014, 02:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-13-2015, 08:05 PM by Alamea.)
A call reached her within the fog of dream. The ivory girl was napping, as was becoming much more common now as she continued to grow. Groaning her slowly blinked her eyes open, stretching and letting loose a yawn before exiting her den. She shook the dirt from her pristine pelt, lifting rose gaze to scan the horizon. She wondered at where Rune could be? but she would not worry too much. He was never too far from her these days, both of them giving a lot of their energy to the unborn babes within her womb. It was getting rather stressful for the poor girl, her already small frame becoming dwarfed by her growing belly, and putting such strain on her tiny body. Still she could manage to walk, though not nearly as elegantly as she once could, it was really more of a waddle; and waddle she did. Heading off to answer the alphess' summons. It wouldn't take her too long to arrive at the meeting area; she had chosen to keep her den within the surrounding jungle. She approached the gathered wolves, gaze flying around to see if she could spot her mate. It seemed he had not arrived yet, heaving a disappointed sigh she made her way through the throng till she was seated in the midst of the group pink gaze lifting to watch her leader. Speech Thought Others |
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