Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

Nyra's gaze followed Hemlocke's to the suggested female elk. Large, looked to be in prestine health. She continued to watch her as she moved, and payed close attention to the scent this female elk had. 
Rutting season had to be over by now...right? 

Yet, this elk was pregnant. Very much so....
Maybe her baby was overdue...? Or a buck had gotten lucky past season...it was a tough thing to figure out, but, this female was an overfilled balloon waiting to pop. 
"Wait..." Nyra chufffed, blocking Kynareth slightly with her shoulder, "She's definitely healthy, but she is also very likely to go into labor any day now. I don't know how or why she's pregnant this late into the year, but she is. She'll likely be slower due to the weight in her belly, but this may mean she'll be more aggressive...anyhow, let's move." 

All said that Nyra thought needed to be said, she fell in next to Kynareth, looked to Derg and Hemlocke, then leveled her head with her spine and began moving toward the herd. The Shieldmaiden had faith the others would follow suit.