Duskfire Glacier [m] grace, this is fucking birmingham

Well then. 

They had both drawn their lines in the sand, and neither seemed inclined to discuss much else. Their conversation was hamstrung by uncertainty, in a sense. On one paw, it seemed premature to discuss more about the would-be pups, seeing as they weren't yet positive of their conception. On the other paw.. with both their futures hanging in the balance, how could they possibly revert back to some more mundane topic? 

How exactly their conversation concluded, Lane wouldn't recall. Her mind was a whirlwind, and the majority of her attention was focused on her lower tummy. With every step she took away from Wintersbane, she would concentrate on the reverberations as they traveled up through her body, trying in vain to determine if anything felt different yet. 

Feel free to write a conclusion or archive!