Hushed Willows I've been burnin' incense, gone a little mad

She felt it would be time soon. Just as she'd known Blossom would come early, she knew that these children would too. It seemed there was only so much her body could tolerate of pregnancy before it simply gave up and evicted its parasitic tenants.

Until then, Reverie would occupy herself with preparations. She'd scoured the territory for a place where she might feel safe, searching for hours before she finally found an abandoned burrow among the melting snows. It was nestled among the pine trees at the outskirts of their territory; perhaps not the safest location, but far enough from her own den to allow her to comfortably avoid the place. It would have only one purpose, and then it would be abandoned. She knew that she would not want to see it again.

She set herself to the task of digging, pausing every few minutes to catch her breath and wish that someone was around to help. She should have been resting, she knew that. But if she didn't do this, who would?