Noctisardor Bypass omlete du fromage

She prepared a small den for @John in Dawnleaf, pausing only to rush into the nearby bushes to be sick every so often. Druid didn’t know what was usual for a pregnancy but she suspected this wasn’t normal, otherwise why would she-wolves allow themselves to be put into this predicament time and time again? Her swollen abdominal muscles ached from the constant fits.

But she managed to finish her work. Next, she struck out on a patrol, starting along the southern stretches of the bypass and working her way westward. It was still quite early in the morning, the sunrise warm on her svelte shoulders. Despite everything, her stomach knotted with hunger. Druid thought she might break her fast at the midway point, Silencepine, before resuming her rounds.

She dug up some fish stashed at the base of a particularly scraggly pine when her two-toned eyes glanced outward, through the western arches. Druid froze when she spotted a pallid figure standing like some mythical spirit of the forest, his blue eyes striking even from a distance.