Calida was about three weeks along in her potential pregnancy, and still nothing had changed. She thought she would see something by now, and she felt the stirrings of sorrow. Was she really going to grieve for something that might have never existed? With a low growl, she pushed herself to her paws, then left the den that had been prepared for her in the arlathan; despite pack custom, she had not yet allowed @Iota within. She liked him well enough, but they were not mates, no matter what feelings she might have for him. Her whelps... their whelps, if they existed... they came first.

Out in the sun now, she caught scent of another female, one she'd not yet met, and she twisted about to see her picking through some herbs. Calida cleared her throat, to announce her presence.

Herbs. They had never been her thing, but they'd proved pretty damned useful after her near-death experience; she'd gotten horrible headaches from a concussion, and Lane had made her teas often. She had nothing better to do at the moment, so she shrugged and said, "Uh... sure. Why not? I'm Calida, by the way." She moved closer to the other woman, asking, "What herbs do you need for the arlathan?" She knew nothing of pregnancy, nor dealing with pregnant wolves and birth. In fact, much of it terrified her.

Calida's experience with pregnancy, though it was not yet confirmed, was so far still mild. She still felt capable of working, and nothing had changed physically. She wondered whether it hadn't took. She didn't know if that was a relief or not. Calida gave a soft huff, then returned her attention to Tessa.

"I might also be having a litter," she offered with a nervous smile. "We aren't sure yet... it's too early, I think." It had only been three weeks, after all. Then, she gestured to the herbs. "Want me to carry those for you?"