Redtail Rise XIII

Avicus is displeased.

her growing belly weighs her down. it's like an injury, but somehow worse. with hurt, she could fight past the pain. this is nothing more than a hindrance, extra weight upon her rangy frame, and she resents every second of it.

when will they come?!

she gives Augur a gentle whuff as she lumbers down the slope, moving past him to splash into the water, the coolness of the stream a balm to her hot and irritated temper. she stays in the shallows, feeling the slippery moss beneath her pads.

glances at Augur, chest-deep, and lets loose a deep sigh as he runs—so unencumbered!—through the sand.