She was thankful at least that the air had begun to cool a little more, Autumn was here and the Summer heat had subsided. There wasn't much good about her situation, though at least she it seemed likely she wouldn't become overheated during her pregnancy. All the same though, Emer didn't stray too far from her den. She'd hunted a little for herself though truth be told her appetite still wasn't quite back to normal despite the fact that deep down she knew she should probably be eating better. Her diet seemed like the least of her worries though.
Her days for the most part were relatively peaceful and uneventful, something that she probably needed and deserved given her situation. Only her own thoughts and worries plagued her life these days and she had stirred quite some time ago, unable to find sleep once more. She longed for further rest, though the black male haunted her still and each time she closed her eyes the vision only grew clearer in her mind after such nightmares. Perhaps it was time to give in and rise then, the early hours might mean that prey would be easier to find so she swiftly return to her sanctuary.
Of course this morning would apparently be a little different it seemed, just as she had risen to her feet and stretched, she would find herself with company at the entrance of her den. By scent alone she knew that the man was a stranger to her, though there was the scent of food as well. Her stomach probably ought to have growled slightly, eager and ready to eat though instead it twisted slightly, worries still making her a little queasy and the presence of a stranger certainly not helping.
She could recall Erani's words though, welcoming her to the family that was the Valhalla. Sooner or later she was going to have to meet some of them and those she'd met from the pack so far had been nothing but nice to her. With a deep breath, she continued her original movements, stopping as she hit the entrance and the male came into view. She stood there silently, not entirely sure she wanted to speak first, though her gaze acknowledged the man with a soft and innocent look behind the tired signs of wear from her traumatic time.
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