Duck Lake You'd better have good aim

stayin sorta vague

She's been reluctant to depart Swiftcurrent since @Jean-Pierre's sudden arrival, but today she feels inexplicably restless. Her energy has seemed to wane as her belly continues to swell, and she's been far more content lately with staying within the territory — so it feels odd, now, to have another taste of the wanderlust that has plagued her for much of her life. The strangeness of it seems to fade with each step away from the territory, and after a time she realizes she feels lighter than she has in awhile. For the first time in a long time, things have settled, at least enough that she can comfortably forget her worries with the Creek behind her. Kavik, for all the grief he has brought her, is a stable presence, and her brother turning up at the borders has only solidified her newfound sense of security.
Which only makes it more strange that she would want to leave it behind. Introspective as she's always been, these and similar thoughts occupy her mind as she comes to the edge of the lake, distracting her so thoroughly that she fails to notice the pale form seated several yards away. Her gaze drifts along the frozen surface of the lake as she halts near the edge, lost a million miles away from where she stands. Pregnancy, she thinks, has made her soft; overly emotional, indecisive, weak-willed and volatile. She knows she has never been the most stable of wolves, but the woman she has been these last weeks is not her, and the strangeness of revisiting the most valued aspect of her previous lifestyle has caused this thought to resurface. She has never needed security or stability, not in the way she feels she needs it now. Perhaps she could brush it off as concern for the children — but there is little point in lying to herself. She settles back on her haunches after a few beats, sighing softly as she decides she'll chalk it up to hormones for now. Maybe she isn't becoming someone else; maybe pregnancy just really sucks.