Haunted Wood everything

@Serem

it is apparent, now. what she'd done during her heat had been an attempt to rattle the consort, to slip higher up the ranks. it had been for nothing. some whelp had killed the male she'd followed here in the first place, taking his position and gone uncontested. the place had lost its appeal, and there was nothing to be gained here. 

and now she is trapped. the silver stalks the borderline, wanting to slip out into the open and vanish back from whence she'd come. but the swell of her sides chains her here, well and truly. there are herbs, ways to end this. if she knew them, she would free herself of the unwanted burden and leave this group of mercenaries behind.

The pack was dwindling down to a nothingness and the dark woman didn't know if she wanted to stay here despite her new rank. The pack had lost its meaning and now the brat was leading them; surely she wouldn't say that to her face however.

She noticed the female up ahead and she knew vengeance had filled her womb with children and serem would of voiced her disapproval but in the end it no longer mattered.

Toxicology thread? Maybe?

the woman turns to peer back over her shoulder at the general as she approaches, neglecting to comment on the way serem's sides bulge similarly to her own. it is something she'd rather ignore; a severe strategical misstep on her part. there was no honour, no true power in leading a group of self-obsessed mercenaries, as the girl had proven. and now she'd sacrificed her beauty, her body, for a lackluster position. "serem." comes her greeting, stilling as she stares back toward the general.