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Life was good.

These days, this great stretch of time, she slept beneath the open sky alongside her man. They hunted together when she was able, and when he saw she could not he provided. There would be a month yet before she was unable to hunt altogether, and some weeks before she felt the compulsion to remain in the place she had built. But that time had yet to come. And so she was content, and happy.

Sunday Morning awoke this morning once again alongside her man. Licking her chops, Sunday Morning stirred slowly. Her head moved to place itself gently upon his shoulder, bright gaze perusing their surroundings as she blinked away the remaining cobwebs of sleep.

It was then she felt a fluttering in her side, her belly. Sunday Morning huffed and started, head lifting from his shoulder to gaze at her stomach.