King Elk Forest What Arrows

Rowan could not move freely anymore. Her stomach was swollen, her state as obvious as could be, and while the ethereal woman was not deterred by her state she was aware of the complications that came with it. Casmir and Laika had the children to think of, and while the loss of the girls was unfortunate Rowan would not distract them from their own mission to bring the girls back. She made her way slowly towards the river, hoping she might catch a fish for herself. She could sustain herself some and the fish would be good for the puppies. 

The thicket got heavier and she felt more comfortable in it, giving a soft sigh as she brushed herself against a tree trunk - trying desperately to scratch an itch she could no longer reach. A few moments of fussing over herself before she finally realized that there was another male's scent nearby and she might have blushed had she any real shame. She'd gotten over that a long time ago. 

A bit of looking about and she finally spotted the other wolf a respectable distance from the borders - she offered only a slight smile and a chuff in greeting.