for, dying on the verge of wisdom

Her pups would be born in a few days, perhaps even tomorrow, who knew? Taking that into consideration, she really should not be near the borders, waddling uncomfortably, feeling her pups batter her sides. But light exercise was good for a pregnant female, and if there was danger, a tunnel was nearby that she could flee to, and she was sure either Slade or Moon Bane would come to her call if needed.

That being said, the priestess walked as softly as she could by the border, eyes set in front of her as she contemplated a few things, the training of her assassins, the likely hood her pups would survive, the birth itself. The dark priestess stopped when she heard the sound of a deer, one of the white ones nearby. She couldn't hunt him, obviously, so she ignored the beast, but something else nearby did catch her attention. A wolf. There was something about Blackfeather that brought wolves to them, constantly, and they usually were not set on joining and more likely to get in fights, like the little captive that they had. With that in mind, the Night Queen chuffed softly, hoping to get the curious male's attention and garner what his intentions for being here were.