Cedar Sweep o castitas lilium

@Zaavier

this time she did not stray from the copse so far; she kept the borders within sight and moved into the beautifully scented glade just beyond. here, despite her gravid state, she was able to fell a fowl, and eshamun took it into the shade of a great trunk to feed. it sated her hunger -- for now -- and she lay upon the emerald grass. the babes moved, she knew, but she only felt tickles of sensation here and there. there was much time before they were born, a moon at least.

and yet the growing of them made the canaanite quite tired, and so it came to pass that eshamun found herself slumbering in the shaded warmth of the summer sun, her jaws parting in a wide yawn before she dozed off to the cacaphony of singing insects and trilling birds.