Totoka River in your room

She didn't move. Not at first. Storm only stood there for several long, painful seconds, her maw slightly parted as if she meant to speak. Children. Hokulani was going to have children, and they would be hers too.

Her children.

Hunting? I - yes, she managed a little weakly, starting forward. She buried her muzzle into the fur at Hokulani's shoulder, nosing along her flank as if to check for wounds. She found nothing. But it made her feel a little better to check. Nothing had changed yet.

But everything would change soon.

This way, Storm murmured, pressing with her nose to guide Hokulani in the right direction. Children. Her children. The world wasn't a kind place for children; if she knew anything at all for a certainty, it was that. She hovered over Hokulani as they walked, never letting the woman stray too far from her flank.

If they're mine, then so are you, she decided aloud, blue eyes finding Hokulani's face as she spoke. It wasn't a question — but she looked for agreement all the same.