The light to my cigarette

She would depart the borders of her home in favor of those of her son. The winter chill whipped around her, snow clung to the tips of her pelt. Her sides swelled with unborn bastards, of which she had no desire to deliver. Paws pressed into the snow, leaving clear tracks to her destination. Her pace was slow until she reached the border and came to a halt, toes teasing her sons scent markers. Her crown would tip back, a call leaving her lips as sought out her young King. It hadn't been long since she had last spoken with him, but much had happened in the short time apart. Haunches would drop with a thud, her swollen sides weighing her down and exhausting her far faster than she liked. Audits tipped forward as her gaze swept across the snowy hills. It was quite a place he had here. Had he gone to claim anymore lands? She mused quietly to herself as she waited, finding herself growing impatient in the chilly now. She hated winter.... 

"Burn Baby Burn"