Boom Clap
06-05-2014, 08:47 PM
Azalea could feel it. Pregnancy. It was a horridly grotesque thing that made her hungry and sick at the same time. The she-wolf moved fluidly across the plains, out to the little hill with a creek and some trees, the place she had given birth to Soren and Kismet. Snow coated the ground and her breath came out all steamy. It was a miracle she was still in good health and she thanked whatever forces of nature were at work for that at least. Wolves were breaking out with bleeding eyes and fevers. Wolves were dying. Atop her little hill, now in a state of disrepair since she hadn't been here since her boys were only just starting to get out and about. She laid down, looking back out the way she had come and lifted her muzzle. She sang long and sweet, a call to Sarak. They needed to talk. |
