Blackfeather Woods mamihlapinatapai

it happens!

The raven-pelted mother withdrew from the confines of her thicket, radiant as she recieved the firewood with joy - a sight the Serenorth could grow well used to, the woman was beautiful and made more so by the progression of her pregnancy. She felt a flicker of concern flare within at the simmering fatigue hidden within Moonshadow's jade optics, despite her appreciation for the onyx femme's appearance.

"I hope I have not disturbed your rest, my lady," the shadow murmured after she had placed the beaver foot at the other's paws in offering. The botanist had midwifed a few she-wolves in the past and knew exhaustion to be typical just as jilted sleep cycles were; chagrined, she would be if she had woken the woman just as she found respite in slumber. 

"I must admit that motherhood suits you though," she complimented softly, dark plume swaying gently.