Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

Astaroth needn't feel guilty. It was a female's job to carry and bear their young. Some may see it as sexist, as the sole purpose a female would ever have. But she didn't look at it that way. Being the strong-willed woman she was, Tzila viewed the fairer sex as being stronger, for enduring such labors on the body. She had yet to experience the whole birthing process but that time would come. She was certain she would handle it just fine. The aches and pains and stabbing little jolts she could handle. It was the stress, her rampant hormones that were taking a greater toll.

She hadn't been expecting her friend...(or was it crush?) to be so close by. Hearing his voice, she slowed down enough so that he could catch up, letting him walk alongside her, their shoulders bumping together. "Hey Asta..." She smiled, though she seemed distracted, her eyes tracing the distant tree line. "I have an agenda today. I just realized...it's starting to get close now. And I haven't even found a den yet." Her commitment to the task was made obvious as she branched away, ducking towards some undergrowth where the ground began to slope down some, leading in to a sheltered tangle of gnarly bushes, like a natural fortress.