Stone Circle won't hide her under a bushel, no

Amber saw Day's glance at her, pressing closer to his side for a brief moment, pelt still prickled. It was a disturbing scene that played --one that showed not only Althaia's death, but her own and her pups', all laying there headless -- before the ebony womans gaze, and she felt the bile of vomit rising in her throat. A shudder ran through her, and she offered a soft dismissal before staggering back where she'd been sleeping.

                  "Excuse me, please....Sorry...."

She did manage to hide her face and shoulders behind the nearest stone before her belly emptied itself onto the grass, and a soft gasp was close behind as she found her bearings; her frame leaned heavily against the stone, and she was grateful for the coolness it seeped into her pelt, even leaning her face against it. She would not let something like that happen to her children. No, they would be safe. She would keep them safe. As a mother, it was her duty to protect them, to raise them, from now until the day she diead -- and after, if she had a say.