Arrow Lake clanging shields, companions tramping, bronze prows, men in bronze,

for @Aurëwen

though the evening was warm a small drizzle cycled on and off making the air muggy. blodreina, pregnant and hormonal as she was, was not enjoying the mugginess. or the on and off rain. either rain or don't rain, she thinks as she casts a withering look skyward. weather had never really bothered her much ...but then again she's never been seven weeks pregnant either. it felt like with each day her mobility waned despite her stubbornness and want to waddle the borders anyway. her productivity isn't what it used to be but at least if she's territory marking ( there's no shortage of urine, at least ) she's doing something. part of her has begun to try to pull her towards finding a suitable den to give birth in. she finds herself, subconsciously, seeking about the territory for one and has to reroute herself. not yet, she tells herself ...but she was running out of her allotted 'not yet's' rather quickly. if she estimated correctly she had about three more weeks before she gave birth.

she lets out a small huff and trudges forward, her ears dropping and her expression souring as it begins to drizzle again.