Morningside Cuesta ouska

for @Etienne & @Anselm! no posting order <3 other tags for ref!

resentment was beginning to carve heda into the hard lines of an unknown ancestry, one of war and commanders. the constant hunt had taken all her spare flesh, and the hips which had flowed to curvature during the last of her pregnancy had narrowed once more.
a relief, then, finding @Ava Amara and @Anathema within the bypass when she came back from yet another search for food. she had hugged them and spoken of her joy to see them again, and welcomed them, her eyes searching their own; what about @Dinah?
what she had wanted was to be soft and blossomy, scented with milk and teaching her songs to the six new babes in rivenwood. if not a wife, then a mother. she felt it came to her easily, and was desperate on some unsaid level for another chance to see what she had done wrong. instead she was here, banished to more endless hunting, away from the pups, with interminable days ahead.
as evening fell, heda cut a small, thin shadow against the backdrop of the canny cuesta, carrying a heron which had been hunting frogs in the mud.
it's been two weeks since i saw @Glaukos.
the thought jerked her to a halt, the bird swinging.
she hadn't been there when @Druid told him to leave. she remembered him at the den directly after the birth of @Ezra and @Gideon, but really nothing after.
so he hadn't come back after all, and she'd been wrong. he had no investment in the pups, and thinking this made her chest ache. and yet she didn't want him anywhere near rivenwood. why should he care if either of the sisters struggled? for some reason her eyes scorched with angry, exhausted tears, ones heda shoved away; she didn't have the luxury of crying.
hoping @Fiona was somewhere near druid, even though the healer had said her sister should be alone, heda went on, climbing the soiled, ragged slopes back up to noctisardor.