The Floodlands But I don’t get out much these days

All three of her companions expressed concern and sympathy; there was no sign of annoyance or even disappointment. Wildfire shot them a grateful smile and shook her head lightly at Eljay's question. "Nah, it's not the babies' fault," she fibbed with a crooked smile. "In any case, I'll be fine. I'm just a bit queasy, that's all."

They seemed fairly confident that they could handle the moose among the three of them. When Niamh suggested that Wildfire supervise, she smiled. Despite her condition, her chestnut eyes laughed a little at the term. They were certainly capable hunters and didn't need the Sovereign's supervision at all, though she understood the sentiment and agreed, "Sure, I'll definitely spectate from the sidelines."

Niamh gestured for the other three to follow. Wildfire waited for Colt and Eljay to trot after her, then brought up the rear. If she'd had any reservations about a triad attempting to hunt a moose, they disappeared at the sight of the sickly creature. They would be putting it out of its misery; there would be no real struggle here.