Shadewood Fall into the deep end

Waawaashkeshi wanders far from the copse today, her paws pushing her further westward. Now aware of her pregnancy, she knows that soon she will not be able to move so far. Best to make the most of the time she has left. Her bump is still small enough for her to be mistaken as plump, but in weeks to come it will swell to be unmistakably round.

A new presence has filled the area, one that leaves her curious. The scent of wolves fills the air; many, a group travelling surely. With her recent interactions between strangers being so negative the gilded woman is careful to avoid the clouds where she can, slinking in shadows and slipping through shrubbery, but she pushes this away at the sight of a young girl so clearly exhausted.

Surely this one won't bite.

Looking to and fro, she then approaches with soft steps. Are you alright? Her tone betrays her concern, Keshi unable to do much to mask it.