Deepwood Weald My life is like a Maury episode

Darkwoman scampered away from moonwolfs once more. 

To breathe. 

To hunt. 

To pretend like the weight of her belly was a sign that she was growing in confidence as her litter developed more.

She'd had a few interactions with moonwolfs now. And as white fang slid through rabbit hide, she thought she was, for once, not going to be eaten by wolf at any moment now. 

Kusuma still felt safer in the wild, where she could run and flee if needed. But she took a breath between gulps of food. 

The world seemed less scary somehow today.