Rowan's thoughts frequently strayed to the young girls that were so far from their home. She considered what Shrike had said, about her children's safety and her own but she felt they would be safe. There was no one to come for her children. If they tried, she was certain her Taltos would strike them down. Rowan ambled slowly through the pack lands, though she did not call to him she hoped to find Casmir and see how he was doing. 

She found a pathway he'd ran recently, eventually tracking him towards a land she wasn't familiar with. Her silver eyes spotted a herd moving slowly but it did not seem like Casmir was in the right mindset to go after them anyways. Silently the witch approached and nosed at his shoulder, offering her support just as he had supported her. 

The reminder that Casmir was not too far from her own age seemed to come most frequently in his expressive eyes. Where he was trying to be strong he did crumble a little, his resolve cracking. Gently Rowan shifted her touch up to his cheek, a small kiss of support as he greeted her with a familiar name rather than her full one. It warmed her heart to hear the title and she offered him a small smile before settling at his side. 

"We are doing well," She mused softly. "It's definitely we - I can count the kicks now, I think there will only be a couple more weeks." Of course the first time mother had no idea, all her knowledge had been gathered but it was different from knowing and experiencing herself. "Any news?" She asked hopefully - though part of her was loathe to bring it up to the young man and perhaps exposed more of his sorrows. 

She had always been older than her body suggested. Perhaps the witch-blood ran too thickly, aging her soul and bringing to light the lives she'd lived before. She did not consider it often, but even as a puppy she had not frolicked and played as others did. She met his eyes and gave a little nod, though it was sad to consider that he would not be beside her it was as it should have been. 

"Your girls need you." She soothed, offering him a small smile. "I focus only on your reunion." While Rowan saw varied outcomes the strongest she gave her energy to was of the young pair bringing their girls home. "When I ran into him it was in the pasture near Donnelaith. Towards the mountains, and he said he had come a long way." She wanted to give them the best chance she could. "And perhaps when you return they will have cousins to meet. Don't worry about me. I know we'll be alright." She promised gently, hoping to take some of his worries and release them - he was too young to be burdened by so much already. 

The question was posed with a tone that made her smile and for a moment the woman considered it. "I could be." Because it was far easier than trying to trace back their lineage and see where their branches crossed. Perhaps she could have done so with Lasher but now the chance as she saw it had passed. Rowan drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly - a measure of control for her, she felt. 

His instruction was one that made her nod and she looked up at the dark male, her silver gaze drifting down towards the herds again. "We will make sure they have plenty to come home to." Rowan said gently. There was a little gasp and Rowan starred at her stomach, looking almost suspicious. "Cas," She tried to offer a shorter name, but it felt strange on her tongue. "Here," She offered, leaning a bit to the side so he could touch her stomach - there had been a rather strong kick, perhaps of agreement from a puppy.

Rowan watched him with a curious little smile, her gaze softening as he seemed quizzical for a moment but then reacted to the child's strike. It was not perfect, after all, but it was a true strike and it was a strong one and as much as she was growing exhausted by these little kicks she was equally enamored by them. "At least two." She'd heard distinct voices, and one of them sounded a little more masculine. "I've heard them," She admitted quietly and she wondered what he would think of her then. 

Rowan chewed the inside of her lip for a moment, a small smile on her face. "I'm nervous but excited. I don't feel like there will be much longer left." She said evenly. She felt in the weeks to come her pregnancy would come to an end.

"I get...whispers. And I've heard two, frequently, and I think they may be the children." Rowan admitted. It sounded foolish certainly but he could be trusted even with her biggest secrets. Or perhaps, given the nature of his family, they weren't secrets at all? "Sometimes I hear spirits whisper - some who have passed, but these...they do not speak of much other than warmth and love." And she was happy for that. No matter the sorrows that had befallen the pack or their family. 

Casmir asked her what she was afraid of and there was a moment where she wanted to blurt out all the irrational thoughts. What if Lasher would be disappointed in her for what had come to pass? What if she had made the incorrect choice coming to Silver Creek when Blackrock had been willing to take her in? What if she was the worst mother and her children suffered for it? "I've never done this before, there are so many ways I could do poorly." Rowan decided on softly - even though there were so many thoughts swirling in her head. "When are you leaving?" 

Rowan offered him the softest of smiles, looking upon the boy with nothing but adoration. How could she see anything else when she looked at him? He took everything in stride as he always had with her and she felt herself swoon for a moment. It was easier to think of good things around him. "You are so certain," She said with a small smile. "Perhaps I will have no choice but to live up to your lofty expectations." She said with a little smile. 

It was her turn to support him and she leaned over to nuzzle him for a moment. "You will bring your girls home." She said confidently. "I know you will be just fine." She said softly, "I have faith in you."