Wheeling Gull Isle The Quickening

I can't say this takes place before the attack since Erika's fate is rather ambiguous. So this is probably the day before.

She had been rather depressed ever since her mate had left. Even more so after Ypres had taken control. So many of her packmates had fled to Stavanger Bay or left all together. Her pack was falling apart. Her life was falling apart.

The black female laid in the den Majesty had claimed for the both of them. She rarely did much now. She took walks, got food, occasionally talked to her packmates, but not much else. She was too depressed.

But then, she felt something at her side. Something was kicking her. She rolled, wondering if it was a crab she sat on, trying to escape, but found nothing. The marred female tilted her head in curiosity, but gasped when the slight pain came again. Her babies. They were moving.