Stone Circle from the outside looking in

Amber padded between the males, resigned, quiet for most of the way from the coast - she wasn't sure what to expect, how to act, what to say. Even her commanding tone had receded, preferring to let Grayday lead them - he wouldn't do her wrong. 

It was a really long trip, Amber found - he'd warned her, in fairness, but the stop at the coast had been refreshing. It was worth it, even though she was now over halfway through her pregnancy and as fat as a whale. Hunting was harder and harder, but each day that her children grew, each kick to her rib or rub against her spine reminded her that she would be blessed with young in just a few weeks time! 

The obsidian Ciel halted at the flank of her mate, pressing her shoulder to him as nervousness overtook her - what if the alpha didn't like her? What if he turned her away? Sure, Day had said it was all settled, but if there was anything Amber knew it was that nothing stayed the same. Steady could have changed his mind! The only option at that point was going back to Silver Creek: she'd promised Spring she'd come home if all didn't go well here. 

Glancing back at Dagfinn with a shy, worried smile, the Ciel turned her sapphire orbs into the Easthollow territory. It was here the smile faded, replaced again with worry and hope that this would go well. Day's words tickled her ears, and she nodded in agreement, but kept her mouth closed.