Emberwood gravity don't mean too much to me

As her pregnancy progresses, her thoughts seem to consume her. Thoughts of home, of Lainie, of @Rosalie; truth be told, she's tired of thinking about it. She's tired of grieving, of feeling left behind by the world and by her own body. Time waits for no one, she knows — but she just can't seem to drag herself out of the hole she's dug. Instead she isolates herself, away from her packmates and even away from @Kavik at times, though she doubts she's pleasant company anyway, melancholy and distant as she's been.
She finds herself drifting idly through the woods bordering the creek today, lingering near enough to the borders to call for Kavik if she needs to, though she can't seem to find a reason for her paranoia. Hormones, she assumes; lately it seems the excuse is all she has to cling to when her mind betrays her. After a time, a strange prickling across her skin draws her to a halt, and she glances around with ears perked. She suddenly feels as if she's being watched, but doubt floods her immediately; surely it's only her imagination. Hormones, she reminds herself, shivering a little. But she takes another moment to glance around anyway — just to be safe.