Lion Head Mesa 鳥 tori-darake no hara

tavina arrived and satsu could not meet her eye.
when asked after her condition, the queen shuffled a little, bunching the pelts even closer. no, lashes fluttering, panic on the fringe of her voice -
no, it isn't... it isn't that.
now pushing the pelts away, which did nothing for the warmth in her face and neck as her swollen belly and teats became exposed, satsu spoke softly as if someone in the hall might hear her.
i woke up... ah, wet. is something wrong?