Sun Mote Copse There is Power in the Name

She was large, uncomfortable. Her time, she hoped, would be soon. She found it hard to travel as Eshamun wished of her, though she still attempted to. She had dug herself a whelping den but often found herself too restless to lay within it. The children within her moved always. The feeling never ceased to amaze her and when she could stand to lay still she would watch with open wonder at her moving sides. 

How many would she bring into the world? She could not tell, though she knew it was more than a single pup. She pray her time would be soon, for the pain was beginning to grow, but she also pray that everything go correctly. She lay now in the dimming light of the day, panting slightly. She was always somehow hot, no matter how cool the air. She detested being hot, but even that was not enough to steal her joy over her children. It was all a tolerable suffering for so great a blessing. Molech be praised.