Sunset Valley Tspēsh

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Inch by slow inch she draws to her paws, the distended dome of her womb hindering a gait which was once graceful. The trek down into the lowlands is laborious, marked by plentiful rest and measured steps, until at last she is padding out into the woods she had dreamed of so often; and the sorceress who lodges here.
The deep shadows of the weald hide her and the spring’s mossy ground is soft under swollen paws. She sets the image of @Aspa in her mind’s eye and treads towards it. The day’s air tingles across her cheeks. The grass here is green and strong in spring’s low chill. Ayovi finds a hill and halts upon its slope, eyes and nose searching.