Help, I'm Dying.

She had been bidding her time, waiting for the day that the little whore would give birth. Did she honestly think that her pregnancy would go unnoticed. The Queen had taken to lingering unseen with a clear view of her den, waiting, always waiting. So when Freya bolted towards the den and then away, her interest would spike. Then Colten would arrive, rushing into the den without hesitation. Eyes narrowed in speculation. Freya would return, carrying something, probably herbs before ducking into the den. She would finally rise, shaking the dust from her pelt. Lengthy limbs would carrying her silently towards the den, coral gazing dropping so that she may peer in. She would slip inside, remaining half in, half out the already packed den. "You foolish whore." She would snarl, narrowed gaze resting on her slave. "You will not raise this child." Words fell like stones from her dark lips. "Everyone out!" She snapped, backing from the den before she would return from the child.

"Burn Baby Burn"