Silver Moraine on track

very vague about outcome of things as to not make any assumptions !

Sunday Morning was none the wiser that there was any life within her. There were tells, though in her first year of carrying she would not know them. There were no physical changes, but that did not mean all remained the same. She noticed, for instance, a particular hankering for food items when normally, she was simply happy to eat. For others, Sunday Morning felt a severe aversion—such as fish. Sunday Morning enjoyed to fish, but now she avoided it as she had no taste for it.

She stood for a moment, tongue lolling, looking over her shoulder for @Augur who oft was near. Then and there, she did not spot him. Tongue rolling over her nose, Sunday contemplated. It was a strange thing, her craving, but she desired waterfowl. It was early morning, a good time to hunt the sort she favored... though she did not know if the king eider inhabited these lands. And if it did not... Sunday Morning looked back to the open territory that sprawled out before her, sniffing at the wind. If it did not, there was big game to track.

Sunday Morning found a nearby root to squat over to both relieve herself and send a message to her mate should he be seeking her. And then she moved deeper into the Moraine, senses at work for the prey she sought... though also, for any other wolves within her vicinity.