The Sentinels abysmal oceans where good girls go to die

She was walking the pack grounds again, hoping to alleviate the discomfort growing in her. Her joints ached some, but, Rowan couldn't confine herself to her den anymore. She was exhausted by being exhausted. Her silver eyes caught the little child playing - frolicking - and she wondered if she would ever see her own playing with them. She hoped so. 

It brought the first smile to her face in many days and she approached with a chuf. "Hello,  She hummed out, hoping not to distract him from his butterfly too much.