Blacktail Deer Plateau Regrets collect like old friends

Stealing this if that's okay would like a happy thread between the two had sad one now a happy one?

It wasn't often that Blue Willow moved around a lot, preferring to stay near the den Lasher had made for her or in the center of the pack lands. She hunted when she could, though usually it was a comical thing to watch. She mostly just sat around and sorted herbs and patrolled the borders with a large protruding belly and a mind on babes, but she did her best.

It was one of the rare days that she was out and about, determined to walk until she couldn't anymore. It was healthier for her and the puppies that moved about in her womb. She smiled as she came upon a scent she knew well and chuffing she strode into view quietly, looking for Dante and determined to be silent in case he was hunting. Peregrine had taught her that all those months ago. Gods it hurt to think of him or Atticus so she didn't.