ti, a drink with jam and bread
11-13-2014, 07:09 PM
The pregnant woman would lounge in her sisters home, in the other girls absence she would stretch out into the rest of the space, spreading out with a sigh and letting her stomach flop to the floor. She was barely even awake, having drifted somewhere to conciousness at the gentle jostling of her sister as she left and drifted away again after. She groaned softly as her sister voice struck out through the silence an unknown amount of time later. Rhythm was calling her from her den, beckoning her into the outside world and the scent of fresh meat would reach her nostrils. She twitched her nose, instantly weary as she pulled herself to her paws and peered out of the den ? she would not take charity, if that was what Rhythm was offering her. She moved from the den and sat on the earth outside, tilting her head and looking at her sister before stretching her jaws wide in a yawn. She shook out her coat, her over-sized belly flopping with the motion. ?Whats up, Rhythm?? she asked softly. "Speech" |
