SHE'S A KILLER QUEEN

Cherokee was still quite scarce, she knew how busy he was but she missed him fiercely. He was taking his duties much too seriously, and since the pups were now old enough that she felt comfortable leaving them with a babysitter she was ready to shoulder more of the responsibility of the pack. She just had to convince Cherokee such was a good idea, if she could find him. Her still slightly swollen form was taking a break from the den, Novel had volunteered to watch her baby brothers and sisters so the Oracle was able to get out and relax. The day was rather hot and the falls seemed a wonderful place to cool off. She was sitting a rather shallow pool, her head resting upon the rocky lip as the rest of her body remained submerged beneath the water. Half conscious she would catch the scent of another wolf, a she wolf who smelled of pregnancy. She was not the first to arrive at her borders pregnant and in need of help, though as the call rang out Song would doubt her first theory.?

Though her body was not laden with the forms of her children any longer her stomach still boasted the signs of recent birth. Her teats were still quite full of milk and her body had yet to return to its normally thin existence. With only the slightest bit of labor the she wolf would pull herself from the water, curious of the Wolf's intentions at her border. She wondered if Cherokee would be there, his protective form seemed to always be patrolling their borders. Her trot would bring her quickly to the presence of a woman, her sides swollen with pups of her own. Song's gaze was one of kindness as she brought herself within talking distance. A smile played on her lips as she nodded her head respectfully to her company, "Greetings Stranger, Song Destruction The Oracle of Ludicael, what brings you to my borders today?" her haunches would fold beneath her as she let herself sit before the queen. Her attention fully focused on the stranger and her business within the pack.?