Hoshor Plains drag race

Whatever doubts she'd had about being pregnant had been laid to rest. Her abdomen grew, her body began to fill with milk, and she had felt the pups twitch a few nights ago. It brought a rare smile to her face, though not for the reasons it should have. She was pleased because they would make such a good gift for the Khal. Twilight was upon them again, and Tomahawk curled her body into a little (albeit somewhat bulbous) ball. She was not yet ready to sleep the night away, but it was nice to be off of her feet.