Blackfeather Woods OHMIGOD

Bile and stomach acid burned her throat. The witch swallowed painfully a few times, gasping. She would have to find some honey later, though the thought of swallowing some of the sweet nectar down only to heave it back up again disturbed her. She damned the pups growing within her, hoping that this had better be worth it, that they would actually be helpful instead of disappearing like Kendra did.

She looked up at her brother, a scowl still gracing her features. She huffed, but at the mention of their mother, she stiffened. What if she died just like mother did? Was her life only made to be sacrificed for her children? She would be proud, She murmured thoughtfully. I don't think she would leave me alone; giving me poultice after poultice and making sure I was ok, She smirked, remembering how mother reacting when one of their own was pregnant.