Silver Moraine too weak, 2 weeks

still vague on outcomes! hoping for a wild @augur

More often than not, she kept the company of the great grey man, Mountain Boulder. She was happy to, and content. It was to him she returned to from the Maplewood, with gifts from Jade Eyes. The rabbit-furred parcel carried in it tallow, berries, and its remains. She wondered what her mate would make of it. She had never seen such a thing before, and perhaps never would again. But she would let Mountain Boulder experience it, too.

The skin might prove useful for something else other than carrying. Perhaps the cubs he smelled of!

But the food he could eat, or he could provide to the pack.

Night soon turned to day, and as she strode through the Moraine Sunday Morning paused. She was sore where she was not normally sore, and placed the trinkets down to lick at her stomach. Furs came with it; she noted, then, another change in the swell of her teats. Not yet her stomach. But it was sign enough that the seed of her mate was strong, and that her own field had been fertile and rich for it to have taken.

Then and there, Sunday felt no worry. She picked up the trinkets and tasted the wind, angling in the direction Mountain Boulder had last been seen. Her stride became longer as she pushed on.