Bearclaw Valley at your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in

Ameline's previous life as a scout came to aid her now- every day she moved, though her pace was slow and her breath was short. Bulging out on either side of her was her belly, which had begun to hang a bit lower- making her believe (and pray) that she would give birth any day now. Walking was the only thing that seemed to help, even though her ankles protested. 

She was on her way back in to her valley home when she found herself following a scent to the borders, and discovered a newcomer there, who had the sense not to trespass. He did not smell of one of the other packs, so she regarded him with a notable amount of wariness. She gave him a curt nod of her head, and squared her shoulders as she meandered past him- and then came to stand between him and the entrance to the valley. 

As broad as she was through the middle now, she would at least look like a formidable guardian. 

"Thith ith Bearclaw Valley," She said, realizing only then that her voice was a bit hoarse. "What bringth you here?"