Sun Mote Copse ghenna

Giana was now positive she was pregnant -- there were now facts to back this up, being her periodic vomiting, her newfound and violent mood swings, her constant need for a nap, the change of her scent, but there was nothing worse than the newest; appetite changes. Some days, she would eat all of her catches of the day, maybe more, and it didn't matter what went in ger stomach. That was nothing new -- the annoying days were the ones with not the cravings, but the fickleness of her belly. Cravings were easy enough to sate, tracking down the suddenly boldened scent of what she wished for.... But sometimes, even things she really did want made her belly flip, and not an hour after being in throbbing pain she would vomit it all up. 

There were few of them here in their Copse, and the icy breath of Winter tickled her spine, warning of cold and white-clad days ahead. Most of them, Gia felt like she knew -- one of which she didn't was the only one to beat her to the sweet call of her Ekar-aji. The rust-brushed woman glared at her suspiciously, flaring her nostrils to take in Honey's scent and giving her a wide berth. After a few moments, her stormy eyes went to Eshamun, softening at once as she offered her leader a soft smile.