Hushed Willows my heart is my armor

Tiny reference of the oncoming BWP. Open to anyone of course!

Since experiencing her first bout of false contractions, Tavi had been excessively paranoid about herself and the health of her unborn. She did not leave Warbone's side - or rather he refused to budge from her's - until the morning after that past event; then, in the days to come, Tavi began to scour the lands for a suitable place to hide within. She did not recognize the pull of instinct or the obsessive quality that biological need warranted. All she knew was, she didn't feel safe. She wasn't safe, and things were going to happen soon.

Today, Tavi had left behind the tree where she had been spending all her nights. She did not seek out the Crook where the bulk of the pack casually lingered and slept, but rather she delved beyond them. The trees swayed overhead, their long strands of sagging branches keeping her well hidden. Tavi found a few caches - and other spots which could serve as emergency caches - but her intent was not to hunt nor to eat; she paused a number of times and snuffled at the soil or tested it with her sore paws, but never lingered long. Nothing seemed suitable for her whelping den, and she was growing desperate.

As she drifted out from the shadows of the willows, Tavi paused. She heard something strange in the air that made no sense to her - something utterly alien - and looked out across the landscape to the north. There was nothing in the air but a subtle darkness on the horizon, and she promptly ignored it. It was probably just a spring storm on the way. Nothing to worry about, she mused to herself, and then turned back in among the tree line. Had she lingered a moment longer, she'd have noticed the larger-than-normal grasshopper leap to take its place where her paws once stood. In the next moment it was gone, and she was none the wiser.