Broken Antler Fen Michael is preparing for the birth of a watermelon with Dwight.

Jasmine was out and about already, unable to sit still since her encounter with the wilds beyond their claim. Her short adventure had terrified her, but had simultaneously filled her with a thirst for knowing more about the wider world that spread beyond them. She understood her limitations just as much as she hated to admit them. And so, in a vie to overcome her weaknesses - namely, her small and childlike nature - she committed herself to a rigorous routine of rising when the adults rose, and sometimes sleeping well past when they bedded down to rest.

She noticed her brother had taken to a similar routine, often crossing paths with him when the sun was still low. Which is why his presence so near the den surprised her today. Lilitu's even more. She had seen the woman hanging around the territory, but never so close to home.

Curious, Jasmine strolled up to fill one of the spaces between her brother and older sister. Her ears caught Roswell's question, just as her nose caught wind of what she imagined was about to be Lilitu's answer. "Oh, gross! Tag me out!" She wrinkled her nose at the odour and pawed at her snout. "Smells gnarly, whatever the heck you're doing."