Lost Creek Hollow bronca

"ay, dios mio," silvertongue wailed as the babies rolled fiercely within her and set her stomach to swinging with nausea. for a moment she panted against the ground, and then she slung herself upright, touching tongue to a heap of snow for the taste of lingering winter. at least she and @Wren would deliver before then, silvertongue mused to herself, though she knew it was still several weeks more. "and my ankles are beginning to thicken," the sharpfang groused aloud to no one in particular.