Swiftcurrent Creek the road that led us here

he seemed warm, considerate, for someone who had been absent for the past month. but she would not hold it against him, not when she had been through worst. ignoring her swollen sides seemed to be her favoured course of action, and only sometimes did it end badly. speaking of, as she turned toward him and his gift, her sides lit up in twin twinges of pain. her ears flicked back, briefly, but then she dipped her head. "thank you." she would not admit it, but her success in the hunt had taken a sharp plummet. 

she tucks neatly into the rabbit. she's almost constantly hungry, now. "fine," she states, pausing in her meal a moment later. her ears flick back again, and odd expression crosses her features. "they're kicking." in this, she and her young are united; both want to give birth and be born as soon as possible, respectively.