Nova Peak pringoals

Bazi snorted in the bird's direction and turned - slowly, carefully - to leave. Before she did, the wolf spat "At least I'll go back to normal size one day - you'll always be an ugly pest" over her slim shoulder. She waddled in the direction of home in much improved spirits. For the first time, she felt protective over the little lives that were slowly inflating her. Somehow, when it dawned on her that she might lose them - that there were ways to bring about such a thing.. her mothering instinct flared up like some kind of very necessary rash.