Lost Creek Hollow The Marks of men, the fortune she had won

Ash was growing noticeably larger. As it was and would be. The fur of her belly thinner. The underside tender and sore. Daily aches and pains were her bread and butter. She hadn't spoken to Esma or asilver or even Wren about sending her precious daughter to Akashingo. She still held trepidation for it. And she knew that Wren and Silver would probanly be having children this year as well.

There was a part of her that briefly wondered should she leave her title to Wren. Elevate Silver and Wren for was it not better to have two leaders than one. She had only ever been to be a placeholder.

She sighed and found a small stretch of sun to lay upon. Her body aching and she was so tired. Just a small rest perhaps.