Neverwinter Forest Places far away and we're not you and me, but

At the Glass Cove, breeding pairs were a strictly temporary thing; such unions were hardly comparable to marriage, shifting year by year, chosen only with the strongest potential children in mind. There were no husbands or wives among the assassins and mercenaries — only brothers and sisters.

Seastorm would bear no children for @Catamaran yet, nor any time soon. Even so, she felt the pressure of her new role as if it were already suffocating her. How was she ever meant to bear strong children in this place? In this state?

Driven by this new anxiety, she'd become a flurry of constant movement: equal parts destruction and creation, now. She'd fashioned two small pelts from the tattered fox brought to her by the bounty hunter, split down the middle where its back had been torn, and kept all the most colorful feathers from her meals for their bed. Nesting, undeniably — but every so often the entire affair would begin to frustrate her, and she would set to tearing it all apart in a fury.

This was how Catamaran would find her now.