Whitebark Stream So take this feeling, make it grow.

the fading of her heat had left the huntress awash with tiredness, so much so that she neglected to wake with the sunrise as she usually did, instead slumbering late into the morning. it is, ultimately, the gentle sound of footfalls that wakes the woman from her light sleep, stirring carefully as she moves to nose at Artyom, finding only stillness where he ought to be. 

her auds cant back, but she can not fault him; she is no longer receptive, and such there is no need for him to linger near by her side. aditya had been distant the weeks after her heat cycle had ended, up to those very late stages of her pregnancy. 

but as she rises, blinking sleep from her eyes as she moves to intercept the owner of the footfalls; it is her mate that she finds. grin stretches across her muzzle as she issues a gentle chuff, tail wagging. it is what he carries that has her blink, gaze tracing the delicate stems. "how did you find them?" voice groggy with sleep is touched with awe as she moves to meet his gaze a moment. "spring is weeks, months away - they're beautiful." she murmurs, warmth gathering beneath her fur; glad as much for his return as the delicate sprigs he brings.