Redtail Rise fairy-land

'rest' isn't in her vocabulary. well—not voluntary rest, anyway. but she'll take Masque's words in stride with a nod; it's pretty tight in there for two adult wolves, anyway. she instead retreats to Ashlar's side, sitting next to the healer with a brief sigh.

won' be long, she remarks to them both, swiping her tongue along her jowls. her distended belly grumbles. she's constantly hungry these days as the little parasites inside her suck all her nutrients away.

Avicus has tried to count them, but in vain. whatever's within her womb feels more like an amorphous, writhing blob. many, is her best guess. perhaps even more than last year.