Hideaway Strath [M] Offerings of Blood, Sweat and Tears

After two mothers had already given birth, the Strath was teeming with energy. Nyra felt it, as she was certain others did. 
Her belly was swelling more as the weeks passed, yet even now, as she heard the call of the Shaman, the Overseer headed his direction with silent purpose.

Upon her arrival, she stood before him with calm hellfire eyes. Her amber hues looked slowly from the tiny fawn to Vein with interest. 
"A ritual?" She guessed quietly. Not having previously good experience with these types of things, Nyra hesitantly decided it might be alright to ease back into it a little bit.