Lost Creek Hollow Bloated, Achey and Pis*Y

There is no need to answer if you don't want too, but I can't imagine she'd let anyone, but him near her right now. he would probably be the only one that could handle her witchiness anyway lol

There was a distinct edge to Ash Paw as she moved through the pack lands. A feral energy that had her hard pressed not to snarl at everyone within paws reach. She didn't want help or touched or looked at. She didn't want to eat, but she was ravenous. She was tired of peeing all the time. The marked borders were pungent with her stench, because it was every freaking 5 minutes. She cursed gods and angels and demons. SHe snarled to herself at least five times a day about the ineptitude of everyone and everything around her, but she was never mean if she could stop herself. She mostly had kept to herself, sequestering herself in the whelping den she had begun to dig. That was where she was now. She had furs and soft things nearby to litter the floor with, but she had to get the stinking thing dug first.

Finally, she took a small break and started in a seat, and then slowly slid to her belly and rolled to her side. The stomach of hers extended much larger than it should be she felt. There was nothing wrong, she had carefully monitored herself and Crowfeather had checked in with her on occasiona. But unf. And she knew it was because of the size difference between her and Sanguinex and next year her and @Ingram it would be the same thing. He deserved his own blood children eventually.