Greatwater Lake where there is neither sense of life or joys,

@Iliksis baby <3

relmyna was beside herself.
so much, indeed, that the morning found the she-wolf trotting out of the territory, the pronouncement of her flanks clearly visible, held in the bones of her thin frame. how had she not known? and why — why had she noticed too late? the evoker chastised herself for being so wrapped in the whispers of the rock that her self-perception had left her; in the small cave where she slept did relmyna leave the scrying-stone, ashamed at herself.
the great lake spread far before her not long after the wolfess departed blackfeather, and in the snows along its edge she moved, stumbling a bit as movement — 
they belong to blackfeather
to cicero
to sheogorath
stirred within her. relmyna clawed desperately at the cloying shadows of her mind and found futility in walking; she lay down alongside the wide expanse of freshwater and gazed balefully at the winter skies. it was too late to rid herself of what she and
there was another
cicero had done, the plausible outcome of their coupling. cicero, not sheogorath, had fathered whatever seed had taken hold within relmyna. and now he had gone, and the woods rang empty.
the evoker refused to consider the possibility that the small lives she carried did not belong to the dark brother. she continued to hold herself prone against the snow, even as cold curled into her muscles.