Sequoia Coast [m] pineapple

Babies have incubated for 56 days as of midnight tonight so...

The storm came.

Wilwarin held a piece of desiccated elk between her paws and worked at it from time to time as a distraction from her discomfort, although it did not help much.

The scarred man sat in the mouth of their shelter and seemed frozen there, but it was warm inside because of it, and besides that Wilwarin could not complain.

She worked the bone with her molars until her belly gave a rumble. Then there was a pinch. A crawling sensation along her belly, and a dampness which was shockingly warm against the ice and snow interior.

As she shifted and tried to stand, her elbows shaking and hips giving a shudder, she tried to reach for the prone figure of the man—unable to call to him, or even to cry.