Dragoncrest Cliffs a great machine of death is roaring and rearing

The clock ticked with every kick of her children. At times they seemed to hunger for a certain meal, other times they rebelled and pattered their feet against her womb after having been fed an unusual meal. They were strong, opinionated.

She went to the sea where the pressure of the water might soothe her swollen sides. The pack’s eldest, Kheviel was there. Word had spread of her ailing joints, but Chacal had been assured that she was being looked after. By whom, wondered but approached nonetheless with a soft croon and a knowing smile.