Whitebark Stream So take this feeling, make it grow.

her tail sways as he admits his lack of knowledge, laugh escaping her muzzle. "I'm no expert, I have to admit - but I'm fairly certain I can answer most of them." she offers, smiling still. she'd not known what too do last time, and this time was not that different, really - she knew what to expect, at least, the swelling of her sides, the hurt, the birth. she'd be ready, surely, would not allow the experience to take her by surprise as it had last time. 

"I was thinking," she muses, considering then, "we could go to Legion, and Easthollow after that; propose an alliance and tell them of our claim. in a week, or two, before I'm too fat to go very far." she teases, remembering well the way she'd felt trapped by her own body. with the pack, and Artyom, she has hope that it will not be the same as last year.