Hideaway Strath It's all so incredibly loud

@Kynareth Deagon
set for late evening, let's say 30F

Sleeping was practically impossible at this point; she was huge and she never felt comfortable. If she lay down for too long, she felt like she couldn't breath, and if she did too much, she was nauseous and tired easily. So she had given up trying to continue her daily activities; she patrolled far less often and hunted barely at all over the last week. Nights were her favorite part of the day because they were still cold and she seemed to find a few hours every night free of the almost constant nausea. 

And since her stomach had finally settled this evening, she found something to eat in one of the caches because she knew the relief wouldn't last forever. She brought her meal to her spot under the willow trees next to the creek. It was where she could be found most of the time. The leaves were dead and brown, but the branches still drooped to the ground around her, and there was just something that she liked about it. 

She managed to eat most of what she brought, and the remains sat nearby as she sat near the edge of the water and watched it trickle by in front of her. The light from the moon did interesting things as it hit the moving water, and she couldn't help but watch it.