The woman stay well the men go out to play

Bass's mate was perhaps a month behind Motif, not that she had taken much opportunity to note this herself but she had some vague idea of the time frame and that Wren had not gotten pregnant till after Motif had returned. Poor Abaven, with so many wolves out of commission she couldn't help but feel bad ? not that it was her fault, and besides she wasn't given her duties a rest until the day she couldn't rise or exploded. Her thoughts where on Abaven when Bass's mate shuffled to the exit of the den. The Queen couldn't help but smile to see the other in her condition ? not that she would have wished this hell upon anyone, it was still nice to see someone else who must feel as terrible and weak ass she did.



Wren would take a seat on the earth before Motif and her eyes would settle on Motif's golden eyes, as the Destruction looked back into Wren's green orbs. ?I'm fat and achy and feel wrong in my skin? she said simply, but with a wicked smile to tell the other she wasn't speaking harshly. ?But I imagine you feel much the same way?

"Speech"