Blackfeather Woods Test my reality, check if there's a weak spot

It didn't work. Her belly continued to swell and she felt her teats fill. The familiar fatigue of pregnancy overtook her with even more feriocity than before. It was her curse, she knew. A curse for continuing her family's misdeeds. And she had to bear it, and bear these children. She had seen them in her Sights; tormenting her dreams. They were dark and twisted, malformed physically and mentally. She shuddered at the thought of having to see them come from her womb.

As she did last year, she walked through the woods in an attempt to relieve herself of the pain in her joints and sides. It was in the Woods that she saw her Dark Master and that her belly growled at the sight of the squirrel in her maw. It was with an exhausted desperation that she spoke up: Let me have that,