Sun Mote Copse yellow ranger

Her instinct had proved correct. She came upon Eshamun beside the shrine, a feature that Ragna had avoided for fear of misstepping. She didn't want to approach it without understanding it, did not want to bring an offering if there was a possibility of doing something wrong. The shrine was carefully tended, offerings piled around it in the form of bones.

Eshamun had grown impossibly round, her due date had to be approaching. Pregnant wolves always made Ragna a little uncomfortable, though she could never quite place the reason. She just didn't know how to act around them. Still, she liked Eshamun, and she wanted to do well by her. Ragna placed the fish near Eshamun's paws, then backed away a few steps to give her space. Eshamun, she returned, then floundered and blurted, you look... big.