Noctisardor Bypass with the moon i run

the commander's steps are slowed by the rapid progression of her pregnancy — she isn't sure, being a first time mother and all, but she suspects her cubs will be born into the world soon; and in all honesty she looked forward to it. she does not like the awkward waddle in which she's adopted. her days on the borders were limited; but praimfaya being praimfaya was stubborn and would not retire to her birthing den until she felt the first contraction.

it is this stubbornness that propels her towards the scent carried upon the wind; close and unfamiliar. when she comes upon him, her tail arches over her back in display of dominance; weary of the lack of call. this is rivenwood, she barks drawing to a stop; frostbound gaze sizing him up. what business do you have on our borders? her commanding coolness is natural but no doubt fueled by the fierce maternal protectiveness she felt towards the life growing within her.