Azalea was getting closer and closer to being due. Due... Mentally she recoiled at the thought. Her sides were swollen, brushing against foliage that in her eyes was no where near her. It was disgusting, she was literally her own continent. \
Each step saw her gaze clouded with unhappiness. She was just so... so much. The extra weight was a burden that she did not enjoy in the last and not for the first time she cured Isardis' name. "Dirty, no good, rotten, piece of shit." Her mind rambled on for a good few minutes as she traveled toward the borders of Seracia.
Despite being glad to be home, she wanted to go see her other beloved aunt, Epiphron. The Seracian Queen had long since seen Azalea, surely she knew that she had given up her freedom for that of Pip's King's brother. Bad news always traveled quickly.
Ears flattened to her skull as the little white and auburn planet paused upon the border, jaws parting to let out a deep howl. She was seeking the company of aunt because honestly, Azalea was feeling a little emotional right now. Pregnancy really didn't suit her. A wolf already so driven by emotion?
Her anger had been taken by a deep sadness as she thought of her Valhallan family. In shambles.
