Broken Boulder daydream believer

By now, every thought that Queenie had pertained to her pregnancy and more specifically to the upcoming birth. Suns rose and set once and twice over again while she continued to swell; she was beginning to wonder if she might explode before the pups even made it out. With her new "rank" (if one could call it that, seeing as no one seemed to give it any regard), Queenie was beginning to feel more at home within these foreign borders, enough so as to answer those strange calls which somehow called for her, too.

Upon arrival, she saw faces that she'd never come across and smelled scents that she'd only noticed in passing. With a loud huff and a plop of her bottom, Queenie made her presence known in a small corner of the meeting place.