Heron Lake Plateau Like a bad penny

Literally writing this on my phone whilst sitting on the toilet in the grocery store bathroom. XD

If there’d been any doubt about her being pregnant before, it had been quickly dispelled in the last few days as she awoke in the throes of nausea early each morning. She knew of a wide assortment of plants she could eat that would calm her stomach, but as it was still early in the season, much of the plant growth still had yet to mature. So for now she endured it, slinking off into privacy to empty her stomach — what a lovely way to start each day.

Would have been nice to have Finley’s support during this time. She was a midwife so it wasn’t like she was ignorant to the meandering courses pregnancy often took, but the thought of bonding with her aunt over their shared experiences had always been something she looked forward to. Bitterness filled her as she thought of how Aunt Flea had scorned her. No sense mooning after things that would never be.

She wandered now near the fringes of her territory, senses alert for disturbances as she crouched occasionally to refresh a faded marking. Bizarre as her sudden ascension to alphaship had been, she found it less and less fearsome as the days went by. After a while, soft footfalls caught her attention and she only had to wonder who it was for a moment before the breeze gave his scent away. ”Colt,” she said, gladness in her quiet tone as a smile lit her face at the sight of her old packmate. ”I didn’t think we’d be seeing you again.”