Swiftcurrent Creek always rooting for the anti-hero

So it was true, and perhaps it trickled through the Creek in whispers of confirmation.

The small bump that had formed on her body felt unbecoming with her thinness. The morning had been spent in a spell of dizziness and nausea. Yet her body seemed rather keen on not freeing anything despite how it felt she wished to.

She did not enjoy to think how soon she might find even a long walk too dizzying!

But maybe that was today? Suddenly she felt the need to lean against a tree, eyes squeezed shut as the winter winds seemed to roar by her too fast!

Arric said nothing. Followed the tracings of the lands. Learned the pathways others took, and made his own. He liked the way the creek bubbled behind him. It was beginning to thaw on and off. Come spring the sound would be louder. There would be the chirping of crickets and birds. There would be fresh prey and Akavir would be a father again. It all made the world seem a bit rosy, but when he came upon Jakoul, he was immediately alarmed.

He rushed forward on large paws. You okay? 

He bent his large head down near hers and offered his side for her to lean against. He hadn't ever been around a pregnant wolf, so this seemed bad to him and worry worked it's way through his chest.

Arric arrived and the rush of him made the world spin faster for a moment!

She sat herself down, leaning against the tree. Deep breath in, deep breath out. A soft chattering of her teeth against each other.

Sick, She snorted in response.

Yet her tone held no worries that the sickness was something bad. Merely a side effect to everything else going on.

She didn't sound worried so Arric hit his knees and then further down to look her over carefully. She was smaller than he. Sometimes his height was hard to handle.

Can I get you anything to help? I don't know much about pregnancy. He admitted boyishly, with a curl of his tail and his ears splayed to his skull.

Walk?

His company would be good. Both emotionally and for physical support if she swayed again.

Softly she motioned towards an easier part of the water. Where she might find if a drink would help or hinder more.

Large shoulders moved to her side and he offered what support he could. Leading towards the water she had pointed at. Perhaps water would help. He hoped so. It would be good for her to have something. It would be ideal that she ate, but water would at least keep her from dehydrating which he did know that could happen easier in pregnancy.