At first he didn’t see her, and then he did. He recognized her from the time his mother had brought him and Clary to meet their uncle, only this time she was fat, smelt different, and had that thing on her neck. He felt a tingle run along the nape of his neck when he spotted the collar, but more than that he felt the sudden desire to investigate the thing. If Steph hadn’t been the only one to get that, Ezra had to wonder how many others there were.
He let out a whine to try and catch her attention (had she not already noticed him) before taking a few nervous steps forward, tail swinging bashfully at his heels. He was oblivious about the way pregnancy worked, but if one thing was clear, it was that his instincts were kicking in and that whatever hormones she had raging on inside her body were having a very visible effect on the boy. He felt the extra need to be cautious around her, not because he was afraid, but because some program hardwired into his being told him to be careful around her. It was strange and rather confusing to him, but he didn’t question it and continued to take small steps in her direction, eyes flickering between her stomach and collar.
His nose wiggled at the passing breeze while he continued to press forward, tail low and swaying in a friendly manner behind him. He was, despite being younger, larger than her and for the first time in his life the greyscale youth took his appearance into consideration. He sunk down slightly and let out a low whine, tongue anxiously smacking against his lips as he came to a stop just a few feet away.
He decided it was best to let her decide if she wanted to get any closer and so in hopes that it would encourage her to close the remaining distance, Ezra flattened himself against the earth and rolled over in a display of passive submission. His tail curled instinctively over his stomach as he turned to gaze up at her, eyes inviting and hopeful.