Sun Mote Copse a world, coming to see

The sun was bright today, a sign of good things to come. It was for this that when Waawaashkeshi scented a stranger on the air, she did not heed caution in her search for them.

A woman with fur coloured of the earth coated in the night's grace, singing to a tree. She smiled at the sight, calling out. Are you a poet, my friend? She asked the question with a clear optimism, approaching with the confidence of one who had firmly set her claim, but the softness of one who knew her place in the world.

Her pregnancy was in full bloom these days. Rounded belly, a glowing complexion, and most obviously her swollen teats. Waawaashkeshi's condition was undeniable, and there was reason to avoid risk - but she felt good about this one.