Whitefish River When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

They moved in silence. The river was loud beside them, but the sound was a peaceful one to the alpha. Like waves crashing, in their way. The water churned like the ocean swell could. Tonravik thought of the ocean, and how, as a cub, she had been taken near the waters. She thought of the life within her, and of the trip they would take to those waters to train them, too, as she had been trained.

Her urination continued. Nausea was still not a present symptom. In her pregnancy, it would not become one. But what she lacked in heaving her guts out she made up for in pissing out the contents in her belly. With the cool river beside them, it was no problem. She drank plenty as her mate stopped and stared at the sky. Now was one of those times, and she moved toward the water again to quench her thirst.