Hideaway Strath you are, and always have been, a revolution

The other woman would arrive during one of the very few times that Ky was not in the den with her. She had been more tired than normal, and had needed to take a nap before getting back to her normal activity. She might have just pushed through the exhaustion, but she didn't want to do any harm to the children inside her. Her sides had started to swell already, only noticeable to those who saw her often, giving her more proof that they grew within her womb. She loved them already, and she would do whatever she needed to do to keep them safe. 

She had already woken, her stomach churning with the nausea that was always present. It only seemed to get worse as the pregnancy progressed, and she assumed it was normal but thought maybe she should ask just to make sure. A chuff pulled her from her thoughts, followed by a familiar scent—one that was more welcome than most. She shifted, her wounds still a little sore but healing well, and stood to walk out into the cold air of the afternoon. 

She stood just outside the entrance, offering Aerin a dip of her head in greeting. Is everything okay? she asked, naturally assuming that she must be here to report some kind of problem to her husband. Ky isn't here right now, but I can call for him if you need to speak with him. She knew he was never out of calling range for her—he had proven to be very overprotective now that she was carrying their children. It was cute most of the time, until it was annoying.