Dragoncrest Cliffs if the feeling don’t fit, you’ll just have to stick with it

She knew it in her bones: this would be her final daily foray to the roja den. Her own pups weren’t quite due, yet Meerkat could scarcely walk at this point, discomfort shadowing every step. Anyway, her instincts commanded she retire to the burrow to wait, rest and prepare for her litter’s arrival.

Meerkat arrived, short of breath. She eased onto her haunches, shifting around until she was reasonably comfortable. After she caught her wind, she crooned a low note of greeting to @Erzulie, @Rosalyn, @Aminthe and @Quennell.