Porcupine Ridge Roman Calvary Choirs are Singin'

Meylodi had insisted, absolutely insisted, that she go for a walk on her own before they reached the Thunder Dome to begin the long process of claiming and making it their own before her pups were ready to enter the world. She hated leaving Void, and knew how much he wanted to protect her more than anything - but the expecting mother still had yet to process exactly that. 

Her black muzzle angled skyward for a moment, sighing.

I'm gonna be a mother, Gran. I'm scared like - but I - I got this. Me body's gonna know what ta do - it's gotta. I sure don't - never really paid attention ta what Valie was goin' through. Hope her pups be okay. They should be a year old by now. 

I never gotta see 'em. Hope everythin' worked out fer all of ya.

The well-built form and slender stride of the future máthair trotted over the uneven land on weather-hardened paws, as easily as a summer rain. 

It was then the wind shifted, and she scented an odd scent to the wind. 

One she had never before encountered. 

@Kiche