see the new moon rising

Tonravik listened to his words and snorted. It was not if, had they not gone to tell the plains that?

She struggled. "I do not want to wait for them to try again." She paused, an understanding there that this might be the best course of action. "Though it would be best."

But the signs pointed that she was with child, her urination the first hint. There was no nausea to be had at this point, but never had she had to relieve her bladder so much. Every time she did, she kicked over it, hiding her scent and their route. So she had answered him, her preference of when. When the cubs existed, she would not leave them for a time. When, indeed? Before? After?

Tonravik thought of her mother. The Spine was their stronghold, and the leader paused to sniff at a root before deciding this was the perfect spot to pee. Again she kicked at the earth when finished, and looked to him darkly. "They will come to us," she remarks. They always did.