Nova Peak Wähkär

"near the end of the moon, i think," elowen murmured, smoothing a paw over the soft earth beneath her. the uncertainty of it gnawed at her—this was her first, after all. she had nothing to compare it to, no past experience to ground her. only the ache in her bones and the sickness that clung to her like a second skin. "it hasn’t been easy."

her gaze drifted to ayovi’s belly once more, the swell of life. skorpa’s children, she’d said. full-sized. though she'd not met the man personally, she had seen him around. elowen huffed a quiet laugh, though there was sympathy in it. "lorcan is large, too," she admitted, pressing a paw idly to her own stomach. "i am hoping for an easy birth, but i worry."

softer, almost shy— "i could help you look for the berries, if you’d like. later, of course."