Stone Circle Little movements So divine

Inkeri had settled near the den she adn Merry had chosen and she lay in the afternoon sun. Closing the sea green eyes of hers against the onslaught of sun. It was a beautiful day. The bugs buzzed lazily near the plants, and the honeysuckle itself curled around and made the air smell lovely.

She lay her head against her paw and sighed happily. Finally, she was no longer sick able to fully move. The little ones delighted her in ways she had no way of verbalizing, but it was lovely to have them even if they weren't born yet.

She tilted her nose as suddenly her side heaved of it's own accord and again. Little butterfly kisses from the inside out and she couldn't help but giggle at the sense of absolute delight.

Oh how beautiful little ones. Ones!