Neverwinter Forest Sink your teeth into my flesh

She carried her pregnant body with grace through the thick forest that felt foreign under her paws. No more sand was stuck in her coat, not between her toes and not in her eyes. It was cold still, but warmer than Ankyra Sound, but Ondine did not know if she liked it. All she could think of was her children being born in one of the coldest months - exploring this forest when they were old enough (and survived). They would not see the coast for a long time, and the waterwitch hated it. She was sure she'd be allowed to escort them to the coast in the warmer months, but that was so far away. 

She felt sick and dizzy, and had thrown up just moments before. She was now seeking a water place where she could get the nasty taste out of her mouth.