Neverwinter Forest wonder by wonder

There was no questioning it. At least not within. Eshe had all the symptoms that promised new life. She felt nauseous, but fortunately never suffered from sickness (except for that one time). Her bladder was going haywire; she needed to use the bathroom what felt like every ten minutes, lately. But externally there was no visual proof. She was thin, quite so, the famine having done a number on her. Yet her chipper spirit could not be chipped away; she was with child, and she was happy, despite the terrible, terrible odds. Her children were already her world. As she moved through the forest, she envisioned the sound of tiny footfalls following her, and her tail waved as she grinned with the thought.

The scent of a rabbit caught her attention. A true string of drool oozed from her lip, and her head swung in the long-eared things direction. Could she hunt? Should she hunt? She was a nervous mother-to-be, not sure if this was a greater risk than not being fed, and debating it.