Silver Creek hers is the strength

A little shiver ran down the length of her spine as Spring said that they were gifts. If she only knew the way that Donnelaith was now falling apart - well. Her revenge extracted, she might suppose. Her goal was not to see the pack suffer, no matter how negatively she felt towards Aria for her hypocrisy. She was cautious - giving Spring plenty of time if she felt the need to pull away - but Rowan approached and rested her head for a moment against Spring's shoulder, tail giving a few wags before she stepped back. 

"I think soon you will be able to see them move," She admitted, turning to survey her stomach as if they might answer her on command and be good children already. "But I cannot tell if I see it because I feel it or not." She admitted with a cautious little smile.