Moonspear call on me, call me

The matriarch turned to look at who was near, her eyes alight upon the form. The change in Kukutux figure was subtle enough where Hydra did not immediately take note, but the scent informed Hydra that something had changed. Hydra's own scent was changing, though the stress of all the events that had come to pass had her miss what signs had presented themselves. She had the good fortune of having a relatively easy pregnancy thus far, all things considered. No sickness, yet... only heightened moods that made her marginally more emotional and excitable than usual. 

Her own stomach had not rounded in such a way yet; the weight she was beginning to put on would be accentuated only in the concluding days of her pregnancy. Her belly would drop, though other than that visually there would likely be little indication of her status... ah, with the exception of her teats which would no doubt come to betray her as the day came nearer and nearer. 

Hydra's tail waved to think of what the change in Kukutux might be. That she might share this moment with a woman she trusted, and adored. Kukutux, Hydra breathed, and indeed her eyes searched. Her gaze shifted to the jade of her subordinates for confirmation. She could only guess, given she was no healer.