nothing can save you

@Kroc

The bear of a she-wolf was home, and had since acclimated again with the land. But the woman roamed with a hunger in her heart, a hunger to settle somewhere. While the idea of somewhere with dirt appealed to her, what appealed to her more was the basin, deep, dark, and quiet. From Tarritut, Tonravik would head there. Her belly had begun swelling, though by sight none could see it; her stomach would drop, as opposed to round out. Now and again, she would cramp. These symptoms had started recently, and she hated them.

If she was not sure then, she was certainly sure now. After her finding Tatsuya, Tonravik came into these changes... but kept moving on nonetheless. Tonravik would always pull her weight, no matter how heavy it would become in the coming days.