Blackfeather Woods My God, you've gotten fat

Potema smiled sheepishly at Nemesis' single word answer. At least she wasn't violently spewing liquids like her Mother had when she was last pregnant. Or at least, she wasn't just yet. Pregnancy was strange like that. It affected everyone differently, even at different times. I'll get something for you.

She rose then, intending on squishing past Nemesis through the tunnel in the back of the den, but she paused briefly. I know it hurts, but you should probably walk around the Glen as much as you can. Walking more would help her muscles relax at the very least.