Sun Mote Copse orchid

Asherah was well into the third stage of her pregnancy. She had no doubts her children would come soon, though she was not yet skilled enough to tell how soon. Winter was around the corner, and she knew she would not last long on it's doorstep as a pregnant wolf, if she ever made it to the doorstep. The children still thrashed and kicked, and she was bloated now. She wobbled and waddled, her bladder was constantly full or protesting. She was always hot, always uncomfortable. And still yet, she found joy in her misery.

Honey's call caught her interest, for the female had seemed quiet and slightly fearful at the last meeting. She hadn't had much time to speak with her directly, and felt badly about this. She liked to greet the new sisters of the pack, to forge that bond strong from the start. So, despite her swollen feet and her tight belly, she rose and moved for Honey's call.

She toddled onto the scene surprisingly before Giana. She sat down, forced now to position her body at a tilting angle, more diagonal than straight, to sit on her rump. "It's wonderful to see you, Honey." She said once her breath had been regained. "You are begining to show. Molech's blessing upon you, sister." She wanted to attempt to nuzzle the woman, but she was too tired. If the female would move towards her then she would gladly and affectionately return the gesture.