The Sentinels Sweet Lass, Quiet Lass

Blue Willow ventured from the den she had made while waiting for the others. It lacked some of the homey touches she and Lasher had in BlackTail, but she was certain it would become home again. For now she simply walked among the ground, her largely rounded belly for all to see. She would stop ever so often, short of breath and crampy. She smiled softly while she shook her head. The last part of Pregnancy was always the hardest, and she would be lying if she said she enjoyed it.

Oh she loved carrying life in her womb, but when she could barely move for the large protruding belly, that almost scraped on the ground and made her waddle like a duck, well. It was very unbecoming. Her time was coming quicker than she had anticipated, just a few more weeks before the little ones would be here. She was a bit frantic, feeling as if she had missed so much, and it had put her behind.

Blue finally realizing she could go no further for a few moments, sat down, then laid down, sighed and stood up again. Trying to find a comfortable position. Her mother had always told her the second pregnancy came quicker, showed quicker, and made you larger. She hadn't believed her, but she did now.