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@Devil I am enjoying Tomahawk far too much these days.

She hadn't really meant to wander away, but she'd been restless. As the days wore on, it became more and more clear that she was with child. She awoke with stomach cramps, coughed up her food more often than not, and found herself craving grass, berries, and all sorts of things that made little sense... most times of the year. But Lavakho had taken her, as had the nameless coyote she'd met. She would birth children to gift to her Khal, and if she was lucky, he would accept her offering.

Laying in the grass, Tomahawk gnawed mindlessly on a few blades of grass, ripping another batch of them up when she'd swallowed the first. The afternoon often meant a reprieve from work, which she took, letting her body relax in the sunshine.