Snowforest Taiga Some turn to dust or to gold

Bazi knew better than to venture too far beyond Nova Peak's borders in her fifth week of pregnancy, but she had woken up in a defiant state of mind that day. With her round belly in tow and no word to her pack mates, she had ventured south, hell-bent on proving that a lady up the duff was still a worthy scout.


She got as far as the slopes of the somewhat squatter mountain to the south before collapsing in a wheezing, whining heap in some bushes. Cramps squeezed her abdomen like a vice, and her already sensitive underside felt as though someone had doused it in gasoline and lit a match. This couldn't possibly be normal. Bazi shot a glance over her shoulder. Nova Peak was miles away at this point, and at the speed she walked, there was no hope whatsoever of reaching it before dark - at least not without an hours' rest and a sip of water to fuel her.

Groaning and huffing, Bazi dragged her rotund form out of the bushes and into the open - well within Saena's sights.