Silver Creek Sweet Summer Wind

In comparison to Heston's pleasant mood and well groomed appearance Rowan was restless, the children demanding her to expel her energies at random hours. The witch spent her time casting her magics in the hopes of bringing home Indra and Laurel, of guiding Casmir and Laika with swift feet to safety. With any luck they would be home and safe and settled before her children were born and they would get to know their cousins from the first moments they could see and hear them. 

She heard another wolf approach, her giat much slower than she was capable of for the sake of the slow waddle that she had adopted. Rowan paused and turned to look back toward the approaching male, the only one in the pack that she hadn't met yet. Her coat had come up in whisps, hair in wild tufts that only added to the hazed glow around her. The halo of power to some, the air of suspicion to others. 

looks like it's just right! :)