Moonspear the harvest

Set for tomorrow, for anybody allowed in the den. <3

A day had gone by, and Sialuk roused from her slumber. Whimpering, she began to writhe around on the ground. Something in her midsection hurt, and her paws flailed helplessly on the furs that lined the den. Her four tiny, skinny legs couldn't support her now. In fact, they couldn't do much of anything.

She continued to whimper and moan, seeking attention and relief from whatever was giving her stomach the rumblies.