Neverwinter Forest lxxii. i'm a stone's throw from the mill

AW but hoping for members of WG :)

Lótë's due date was fast approaching, this pregnancy progressing with much more ease than the last. Perhaps it was the number of pups. Only the spirits knew how many the cloudberry carried this summer but already the three-year suspected this litter would be smaller; the fallow swell of her belly was not so distended as last year nor had she suffered as many symptoms. But this was not say that the dusk rose was completely without discomfort as she left behind the ulaq and made for the (unofficial) borders. 

With the time to whelp closing in, Aiwëndil felt an urgent need to round the edges of their claim and make sure they were scented heavily -- even more heavily than before. They could not completely keep wanderers out but perhaps those with propriety would circle around when faced with the strong perfume of a small village and an expecting mother. Or at the very least the thought of facing a protective clan would drive them to find another route.