Sun Mote Copse smashed

This feels like a natural place to wrap, iffin’ you’re so inclined. :)

The instant Treepie requested snacks, Towhee dug up a couple of chunks of sun-dried elk meat. She placed them in front of the little girl, who took a tentative bite before more properly indulging. It pleased her that the youngster’s appetite had returned so quickly, as an empty stomach was the likely culprit.

-There’s plenty more where that came from,- Towhee signed, adding, -I think that word means ‘cottage.’ Since it’s so large, the idea is that the whole pack lives here together. At least, that’s what Meerkat and Njord envisioned when they founded this place. Would you like to hear that story, about how they raised this village?-

The cramps were a little more bearable now that she was in the comfort of her own home. Hopefully focusing on the story might distract her otherwise. Towhee breathed through yet another spasm that felt uncannily similar to a contraction, albeit further back in the plumbing, so to speak.

Wait. Could this…? No. No fucking way. It can’t be, her inner voice argued with itself. Look, I don’t know what this is but I know what it isn’t: labor, Towhee vehemently refused to entertain the thought. S-T-F-U, she inwardly signed at herself, becoming fast friends with denial.