Sun Mote Copse When there's nothing left to burn

Niamh was content to walk in silence, feeling the motion of her hips having gone from a gentle sway to a waddle, which was probably quite unattractive now. She never truly felt like she'd gone back to her pre-pregnancy shape. She felt like her belly no longer rose up toward her hips like it had when she was younger, and that she wasn't as streamlined in the back end as she was in the front end- and while she would never trade in her children to have her chic form again- she did miss it. It'd been a strong part of her identity, and it had been hard to make the transition from warrior-babe to Momma. It was worth it, of course...And she would go back to her new, Momma form once she'd delivered these children, and she would remember to love her body for all that it had given her. 

She laughed at Towhee's complaint, and nodded. -Here- She indicated. 

It was a different den than the one she had shared with Colt. Bronco had actually found this den first, and had brought it to his mother's attention and at some point, she had switched to use it, to distance herself from the sad memories that returned when she slept in the den she'd shared with Colt. As per usual, though, the den's entrance was a bottleneck, only wide enough for Niamh to squeeze inside which meant that it would be more difficult for the kids to escape en masse. The walls were lined with roots, and the earth was heavy and clay-like, and had solidified into position. She hoped that regardless of deluge or drought, it would provide a comfortable and safe home for the growing family over the coming months.