Hushed Willows can u down a 20 foot waterslide pegnat?

Olive and Lily could not have been more on the same page if they tried. The blackbird did not withhold any information, and instead divulged her secret only moments after their initial greeting. In truth, Olive could see pregnancy written upon the girl in ways that others probably could not — it was subtle in her scent, but strong in her demeanor. Her body moved in a way that knew it now carried a dual purpose, for better and for worse. Judging from the sweet scent of sick that she carried, but it was likely for worse.

Olive would never think of it that way, though! Immediately, when her co-councilwoman announced her positive news, the shakti’s face exploded with excitement. Her tail swung high and wide with the sheer thrill of the adventure that Lily was embarking on — that they all were embarking on. Not only was Elysium thriving, but the wolves of the sanctuary were reproducing. This was certainly an auspicious sign, and bode well for their future. 

The woman, wary of how unsure and shaken the new mother might be, extended her muzzle and offered the blackbird an embrace, if she would have it. “The gods have smiled upon us! This is incredible news, oh, this is the best thing,” she stammered in quick succession, almost incoherently. Then, if Lily had not already been in her embrace, Olive would force it upon her and wrap herself affectionately around the woman, her heather plume beating against her with quiet force. Olive took a deep breath to stymie her emotions. “The first trimester is always the most difficult, and these first few days are the worst yet,” she spoke to Lily not as a girl asking how babies were made, but a woman who intrinsically knew how these things from from the inside.

“Your body with adjust, i’m certain of it. Everyone’s always does — and if not for your first litter, then definitely for your second.”