Blackfeather Woods like a shot to the face

She rarely gave herself a break, but with the growing stress of winter and the mouths to feed and heal and the thought of getting pregnant was distracting her. For once, Potema took a mini vacation: a walk through the Woods. So rarely did she simply get to absorb the land around her, the Woods where she was born and raised in. Where her children(???) would be born and raised. Where Nemesis and her sister would raise their children. Hopefully.

Speaking of Althaia, Potema spotted the round form of the woman wandering through the Woods, her nose to the ground. She wasn't surprised that she was out taking a walk, given that she would soon be confined to the Glen. But sniffing the ground? It was an all too familiar posture for Potema; was she searching for herbs? Althaia? Potema murmured, walking towards the future mother.