Hoshor Plains Ntropí

there was a cloud of uncertainty brewing in the pit of her where she hoped children would grow. there were no telltale signs of life, no nausea, no cravings, no hormonal imbalances besides the ever growing sense of distress that reared it's ugly head to the forefront of her mind.

she'd kept busy with patrols, mudding her mind with responsibilities she would have otherwise wished to ignore. but in the midst of her chore a calf, no older than a month, crossed before her with it's mother to rejoin the main herd. a sudden wave of heartache struck her where she'd not expected, grief for children she might never carry.

she plucked her attention away from the traveling pair of bison, sight flung to the far stretches of land past their claim. a silhouette off in the distance churned a sudden protectiveness from within, and it was not a moment later that she swept towards the stranger with the intent to intercept them.