Witch's Marsh going on tilt

His voice came, soothing and quiet, and his smile lured Saena to follow. He stepped along and she stepped with him, placing her paws carefully in his own prints so she may walk perfectly in line with him. Perhaps this would've continued indefinitely, leading them far from the taiga and perhaps even far from the wilds, had her stomach not suddenly churned, sending her heart lurching into her throat. What she had hoped for for the past few weeks, what she had been overjoyed to know was happening, suddenly loomed before her like rusted shackles and she felt her vision of their life shatter.

Shit, she thought as she weakly called out, "Luke, wait." She was so ready to leave the maplewood behind, leave her mate, and all the drama that came with both those things, behind—though it was nothing Reek had ever done and truthfully he deserved much better than the mercurial Saena—that she almost ignored it. She almost said, "fuck it". But some part of her, the part that did cling to morals, stopped her, and suddenly she was telling Luke with hooded eyes and a sinking heart, "I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant."