Lost Creek Hollow We're concerned

She'd been spending more of her time at the den.  Well, the den and the closest cache.  And short trips so the area around the den didn't smell like pee.  At least the den was done, though.  She appreciated the work Joss had done, but she'd recently, partially due to boredom and part by instinct, had spent some time refining some of the work, smoothing out lumps and generally making it so it totally pleased her.  But it was in little chunks here and there.

Treason couldn't really escape the discomfort at this point -- it was too easy for her to get in her own way when she looked and felt so enormous. Add to that the occasional kicking fits from her unborn children and it was just not a super pleasant experience.  But hey, this was the cost, it just felt like a lot to a wolf who greatly preferred being active and independent.  Hopefully it would be worth it.

However, there was a patch of sunlight that cut through the canopy in the early afternoon and landed right near the den entrance, so that's where she'd settled herself, looking into empty space with a half-lidded stare.  Treason was bored, irritated and ready to be on to the next stage of things.  Something, anything had to be better than this.  @Terance had gone out on patrol a while ago, and she tried not to think about it.  At least when he came back that'd take her mind off things for a while.  Treason would look forward to it.