The Sunspire a flower feels the rain and it weeps from its petals down to its roots

Nara had descended from the sun-kissed mountain and was on her way to check on a cache she had made earlier. It was buried just outside the borders, in the shade of a tree, and she had been worrying about it the whole day. Once at the bottom of the mountain, a pleasant, spring breeze greeted her. She could smell the scent of fresh markings, stone, and something else. Another wolf that carried the scent of the pack.

Her head low to the ground, Nara started to follow it. As the scent became more distinct, she stopped and lifted her head. A light-grey colored she-wolf was lying on her side, with her back towards Nara. Alone and quiet. She didn't immediately recognize her, but it was Olive.

Although they were packmates, she hadn't had the time to get acquainted, but Nara had seen her at the Sunspire a couple of times. She had also noticed that the belly of the woman, albeit subtle, was bigger and rounder, relative to her narrow hips and legs, which had made her think that Olive was expecting. At the time, Nara had decided that it was none of her business.

Disregarding, the thought came to her again and for a moment she was worried that the mother-to-be had collapsed. She quickly hurried over to the woman. Luckily, her flanks were moving up and down steadily. Nara breathed out a sigh in relief. Although reassured by this, she asked Is everything all right?