Bearclaw Valley and fire coming out of the monkey's head

sick - and not just pregnancy either.

sick, from that wolverine.

how many months ago?

she trudged along, gravid with her spine showing. her teeth chattering some half-mad curse; but at who? ursus was fine - no ursus was not fine -- my daughter - her mate was fine. even her son was continuing to grow into his new role.

astara did not make it across the redwood path today. weak and feverish, she slid gracelessly to her side and splayed out in a pool of sunlight while flies and birds droned overhead.