The Sunspire cravings of an intense and odd variety

ah. pregnancy glow, how beautiful a thing. 

at least, in theory.

as terance stumbled upon his beautiful baby-mama he was very shocked to see her eating grass-- and very ungracefully. not that seabreeze had ever been the epitome of grace, but still. his first assumption was that she was sick and trying to throw up-- but he knew how often she'd been throwing up without the help of grass so... what gives? 

in his jaws he held actual sustenance in the form of a rabbit, since he figured she'd probably be hungry, and as he approached he gave a soft bark of greeting and... well, confusion as well, maybe. "hey, uh, whatcha doin?" he asked through the rabbit as he got nearer to her, concern laced in his voice.