Otatso Wetlands I didn't want to leave

bellatrix does not stray too far from swiftcurrent creek: because she does not have much reason too, because of the soft roil of her stomach ... unusually unsettled over the past few mornings.

but she holds fast to the idea that taking a small trip outside of the creek might help.

she pauses for a drink at one of the cleaner rainwater puddles, munching on a bit of grass; dull gold gaze rising at the sound of footfalls. it does not necessarily sound like an approach but the commander lifts her head all the same.

a familiar figure catches her eye and her breath stills in her throat. mama? she calls out.