Hushed Willows forget but not forgiven

sticking this here!

stark had been kind enough, though she would never understand how generous he was; amara was a stranger. a pregnant stranger. she had no place among them, but she would birth the children of a monster among them. they did not deserve such a thing, yet neither did she. she, after all, had no intention of being any sort of a mother especially to his offspring. bastard children, mistakes. beings that were never meant to be. perhaps, she would not even be around to call them her's. that, was entirely a possibility.

yet, she could feel the time coming. her stomach had swollen, incredibly so she felt the weight bear down on her nimble limbs. soon, she thought. soon. yet, finding a birthing den was much more difficult in the territory of marauders keep. blackfoot had an abundance of abandoned fox dens, less so in the new woods she roamed. and still, she could not travel far without stopping to catch her breath. the search proved little to her, and after long she found herself simply sitting upon the ground without much care to who exactly found her.