Larksong Grotto Thy wicker feet may tread these roads

It took little time before a lumbering figure made herself visible before the white fellow, her belly enormously round. It was a state that he had only ever seen his own mother become once, when she was carrying his younger siblings. Pregnancy. His first thoughts were that of surprise; why on earth would a woman in a condition such as hers make herself an easy target by patrolling the borders? His thoughts ran astray as she promptly retched and he kicked the carcass to the side, his eyes round in alarm as she spoke.

"A navigator like me likes to know a little about those legions he passes," he began, tail at a lowered angle as he cocked his head to the side. "Forgive me if I've come at an awkward time, but in other words perhaps you'd have use for a mapper or scout within your cohort? My combat skills aren't too shabby either." He kept his tone friendly, even after the incident just moments beforehand.