Hideaway Strath Eye inside the storm

early morning, 30F, partly cloudy

She hadn't slept well the night before. She had been restless and her dreams and been weird and so vivid. She had woken and promptly run outside the den to vomit the measly meal she had managed to get down the night before. So far, she had managed not to vomit on Ky—the thought was so embarrassing. Despite her lack of appetite, her sides had continued to swell. They were visibly round now, and it would be obvious to any who saw her that she was pregnant. With still a ways to go before the children were born, she wondered how much bigger she could possibly get. She felt fat enough already, she hated to imagine what she would look like weeks from now.

Even after she had unwillingly purged her dinner, she was far too nauseous to try and sleep some more, so she head to the borders to patrol. The morning was cold and an icy breeze caressed her face; it felt nice and kept the urge to vomit at bay for now. She breathed in the cool air, pulling it deep in her lungs as she continued moving along the edge of the territory. She wasn't exactly opposed to any company, but she certainly didn't mind the time to herself.