Hideaway Strath Tell me something that I’ll forget

so sorry guys my muse died, perhaps we should hold a funeral...

She ran hard coming to the call for the outskirts of the pack lands having been paroling the boarders, she began to flag her rounded sides heaving. Irritated she slowed for a trot seething at her own body for all these odd changes.

As usual she trotted into the pack meeting and made her way to the Grandmasters side to bump her head against him in solidarity. She was about to do the same to her Overseer but she froze before touching Nyra Her front paw lifted unsure wether to flee or continue toward Nyra like she had planned. Unable to help herself his licked her lips  staring at the young pup eyes wide jaw agape, Whrist shook her dark head then turned and fled to the outskirts of the gathering looking for all the world like she wanted to flee the moment the reason for the call was spoken