Hushed Willows girl in new york

@Cortezzzzz maybe? :D but tagging Aure for a lil’ reference

Olive was fully in her comfort zone, nowadays. A mother had been made of Lily, and three new lives were added to the willows. The sanctuary’s first children she always fondly called them whenever she came to visit, to check upon their health and the health of their mother. Lily had birthed early in the season, but this also meant that her friend @Aure was also due soon, and Olive vowed to make a trip to visit her in the next few days. When the woman eventually went into labor, the midwife wanted to be nearby.

It was all a beautiful thing to be a part of and it filled her heart with immense joy and pleasure — which was only exponentially increased by the fact that Olive too was pregnant, and according to her most close scrutiny, everything was going just fine. In fact, she was even beginning to look the part, with a swell gently rounding out her pink belly — she loved to turn her head to look at herself, to watch her belly grow, and know that magic was happening and that she was the crucible. She felt glowing and goddess-like and absolutely unfuckwithable, as if she were walking on clouds so that the universe might make the path more comfortable for her paws. Every night, she stayed awake past Seabreeze and Delight to pass her gratitude onto the stars, where it belonged. 

But during the daytime, she celebrated with her wives and the other wolves of Elysium. There was so much to celebrate, so Olive often found herself doing silly things like singing songs and stealing secrets kisses from her beaus and friends. With the strengthening of spring, food abounded and Olive found herself indulging heartily, giving into every whim and craving she desired. Unfortunately her condition strengthened her hunger for meat, but she figured her growing babes could use to sustenance; and she could not deny that it tasted divine. She wished to share it with her brother, who could be so melancholy, so often; he took life very seriously, which was a quality she admired, but such austerity did no good for no one. With a fresh spring hen tucked into her jaws [slain lovingly by one of her wives, sparing Olive the duty], Olive picked her way across the willows and tried to seek out her brother Cortez.