Whitefish River You-you-you-you threw my sandwich away. *MY* sandwich?

LOL poor emrik

She was very tired by the time she made it back home, solidifying her suspicion that she had pushed herself to do too much today. But it was difficult with so much responsibility on her shoulders. And with already starting the season behind on plants, she felt she really had a lot of catching up to do before she was primarily confined to the den for the rest of the summer. 

The den was welcome sight after a long day. Her feet hurt, her abdomen was sore, and she was ready to curl up with Emrik and listen to him talk about his day. What wasn't a very welcome sight was that of her very patient and normally cheerful husband pacing in front of the entrance to their den. Worry radiated off of him, making her heart race and her stomach sink. She wondered what was wrong. Hopefully none of the children were hurt. 

She sprinted towards him as fast as her roundness would allow, dropping her mouthful of plants as she stopped in front of him. Emrik? A worried frown formed on her face. What's wrong?