re, a drop of golden sun
11-10-2014, 03:18 AM
Motif had mellowed down a ltitle since the initial shock of seeing and feeling her growing stomach beneath her. Her calmed thoughts where more from Rhythm's gentle touch on her aching spirit then anything else that had happened since she had found herself pregnant. The woman did a great deal of sleeping, and drinking and peeing and more often then not she also found herself starving. She had managed alright in hunting so far but she woke up in a late afternoon, rising to her paws and decided to catch herself some game. As she wobbled from the den she found herself unbalanced, and in the pale light would see that some how the growth of her belly had crept up on her again. Sighing heavily she let it swing gently beneath her as she walked. She wasn't heavily pregnant yet, she wasn't quite half way through her pregnancy after all but she very much could tell she was pregnant ? there was no denying that. She made her way through Abaven's territory, her attempts at stealth and light movements where as laughable as a fresh puppy at play. When she caught sight of a rabbit she doubled her attempts, creeping through the grass that seemed to catch beneath her in all the wrong ways and her paws felt so much heavier beneath her that her dampened paws where not nearly as so as they should be. Before she was close enough to her prey it's eyes shot up and it got an eyeful of pregnant wolf and shot off into the distance. She gave an angry cuss under her breath and stormed after it like a charging bull (and with all the weight of one) her eyes on the prize her paw snagged on a tangled root and she went down hard, landing with an oofth in the dirt and earning herself a nice cut just below her eye-line from jagged earth and stone in front of her. She sighed gently, feeling but not seeing her injury. If it was bleeding it was minimal, but all the same with disheartened spirits she would make her way to Rhythm's den. She 'crept' inside without knocking and collapsed heavily beside her sister, nosing into the others warmth with another heavy sigh. Hopefully this day could just end already, an Alpha that couldn't hunt! Already she was proving herself a waste of space. "Speech" |
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