Hoshor Plains I have no time for confession

Over the mountain tops and into the plains below. Her bump was beginnning to show, and she was growing wary.

Chaudry had kept his promise by bringing her meals and ensuring she was in good health, but he still was not one to stay and talk. In fact, nobody talked much anymore; wolves were far too busy these days.

She knew that when the children were born it would still be some time before they were weaned and she could begin working once again. At the very least, she knew they would keep her busy.

Pausing on a small hill she looked out over the white, snow-covered horizon. She wondered what may be waiting for her today.