Moonspear call on me, call me

kukutux had come to know she was with child.

perturbed that she was a midwife and still had not seen the signs, kukutux had not been able to dwell upon it for long. the spirit she had swallowed was violent, and thrashed vomit into her throat as it fought with the essence of the little ones within. tooteega received long prayers, but more often than not, the waterbird confined herself to the densite for fitful snatches of sleep.

wearied, she desperately sought the patch of mint she knew grew upon the borders. the clean taste filled her with relief, and she went for a drink, to wash the acid tang of bile from her mouth and smooth the bedraggled fur of her chest. springjade eyes beheld the powerful shadow of hydra moving through the weald. the leader would deliver children before her, and yet the blackbear walked with the same confidence.

eventually kukutux came into view; she straightened with the air of a woman wiping nervous hands upon an apron. "hydra," the duck greeted, dipping her head as a respectful sigh tightened the gentle new curve to her flanks, hardly visible save to eyes that searched for it.