Broken Boulder I don't know what you're expecting of me

There was an uncomfortable sense of flattery that came along with the stranger's compliment. Instead of addressing it with a 'Thank you!' or 'You, too!', Queenie gave an awkward half-nod and a snort, eager to move on. The offer of a berry did seem appealing, especially to the ravenous beast that her pregnancy had created, but because the two of them still weren't even on a first name basis, she decided to pass. I'm okay, she said with the flash of a grin.

We haven't met. Like, really met. If her memory was doing her any good, then Queenie was almost sure that she'd seen this wolf at the border, back when they had just arrived. Nonetheless, she couldn't remember the girl's name, and doubted that it was any different for the other. I'm Queenie. I'm the heavily pregnant one that I'm sure everyone knows about by now. You are?