Sequoia Coast boston tea party

Set just north of NP.

It was pissing down with early April rain, but Bazi nevertheless excited claimed territory that morning and made her way north. The cramps were an ever-present nuisance now, and there was only so many times in a single day Scimitar could alleviate the ache by servicing his wife. To make matters worse, he was nowhere to be found when she woke up, and Bazi had to distract herself by waddling at speed towards the beach. Perhaps a bath would help - or she would find some rogue on the road and trick them into doing her mate's duties. 

To say that pregnancy had warped her brain was an understatement. She was ten wolves in one body - and not just physically. Each morning started with several fresh pounds of pregnancy weight and a personality lottery. Who would emerge today? Horndog Bazi, Loving Wife Bazi, or Psychotic Rage Bazi? A volatile mixture of all three was making its way to the coast, belly swinging to and fro like a barrel in a hammock.