Duskfire Glacier May you be in heaven a full half hour

"Are you ok?" 

"Yeah," Lane assured him, well aware that she had taken a few moments too long to release his pelt. She considered telling him how badly this first trimester had been affecting her, but..  if she admitted to being sick, he might not approve of what she was about to request next. 

He voiced his agreement--or at least his understanding-- without further comment. It was not easy to tell what he might be thinking, which was probably by design. It didn't really matter. Lane wasn't looking for approval, and she wasn't really even asking permission. She was mostly just checking in, because for the next few weeks Winterbane had a right to know the whereabouts of her uterus. Its current contents were half his. 

Silence drew out after Lane asked her question, and she supposed Wintersbane was thinking. She continued to collect oak leaves as they walked, and he eventually answered in the negative. Lane nodded. Her mouth was now full of leaves, impeding her ability to engage in further conversation. 

Their patrol path eventually wound up to the base of the mountain. Lane caught Wintersbane's eye with a pointed nod toward the caves. She needed to get these oak leaves stored, so this was her stop. 

She wagged her tail in a silent farewell before departing his company, making her way toward the medicine caches deep inside the belly of the mountain. 

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