Swiftcurrent Creek Men suffer more from imagining too little than too much.

For @Chusi

Despite her longing to return to Swiftcurrent Creek, it still didn't entirely feel like home to her. She was possessive of it, of course, and had it not been for her crippling exhaustion in the approach to her final weeks of pregnancy, Durnehviir would've defended it without hesitation. Instead, she left that responsibility of ousting trespassers and maintaining the borders to her faithful comrades while she busied herself preparing her densite for the fast-approaching arrival of her offspring. She would settle best when she could mark it on her own, she knew, and fully fit herself into the role of Alphess.

Her belly was enormous, and although she'd of course noticed that another female had been stinking the the place up with the all-to-familiar scent of her heat, she hadn't the energy to concern herself with it. She trusted her own mate enough to avoid pursuing the aroma that likely enticed him, and had hoped her female subordinates would keep their fertile pack-mate in line. Unbeknownst to Durnehviir, her naivety would soon be revealed in the form of a certain young wolfess' own swelling abdomen, and it would be too late to do anything about preventing another litter in Swiftcurrent.

She didn't know how long it would be until her time came to whelp, but hoped the days would pass by quickly. In the meantime, she was content to bask in the clearing beyond the mouth of her own birthing hollow, sprawled on her side like a beached whale in the midday Spring sunshine.