SHE'S A KILLER QUEEN

The journey is exhausting, her sides swollen beyond ease. Virgil feels uncomfortable; she is a warrioress and yet she finds even walking difficult these days. Alas, there is nothing to be done. All she can do is let her feet carry her forth, determined to at least visit one other pack. Pregnant or not, she is the Empress, and she needs to at least make her name known. She stops outside of the first pack border she finds, reclining onto her haunches so as to give her weary legs a rest. She pauses for a moment, catching her breath and making certain that she looks composed before she dares to announce herself.
Her muzzle turns upwards to the sky, a summons parting from her ebony lips as the goddess awaits the arrival of others .Virgil hopes they won?t make her wait long; she is pregnant and hormonal and irritable, and she does not want for this trip to be entirely in vain. Alas, there is little to be done but wait and see for now. Then, she would make her judgment about what she desires from this pack.