Hideaway Strath It doesn't mean we can't learn from our past

It appeared she had some sort of guardian today, for as she was trying to lay down without her belly touching the stone, Vein approached.

The shaman dropped a couple rabbits before her and it took almost all her self control not to lunge into them.
Instead, she looked to Vein and turned her gaze briefly to her excessing teats.

"I'm not hurt, but my teats are really tender, and leaking... it's making it harder to get up, and it's already been hard on my back, because of being so round." She explained with undertones of a whimper. 
At the moment she truly felt helpless, and it's a feeling she loathes.