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@Eshamun or even @Ragna but omg anyone here is welcome. I wanna mess with Honey a bit more, but I have to figure out who she is first. :)

She was heaving behind a bush, too dizzy to stand. By now, Honey's brood had made their presence quite known, and there wasn't much she could do about it. It was terrible feeling so helpless, but at least she was alone while it happened. Before, when he was still around, things didn't get this bad. But now he was gone and Honey was lying on the ground whimpering helplessly as she choked on her own vomit.
During one of the breaks in her morning sickness, Honey managed to move onto her haunches with her head hung and her breaths harsh. She was trying her best to calm herself, but the combination of nerves and pregnancy didn't fall in her favor. Thus she sat, coughing and whimpering through the relentless waves of sickness.

honey was quite ill -- eshamun was worried for the young woman. she sought out the priestess and also ar-khalba, and today dogged honey's steps bearing a sweet herb for the newcomer's stomach. she must save her strength and keep down nutrients if her children were to live. but eshamun knew now that she must explain what was to come, and the weight of it dragged heavily at her heart.

the scent of bile rose in her nostrils, sour; she found the trembling young wolfess soon thereafter, and swept honey into her embrace as she lowered the herb to the ground. "eat it; it will help you," she breathed gently, eyes soft with worry.

Though Honey's initial reaction to Eshamun's presence was one of embarrassment and bashfulness, she quickly adjusted into the russet woman's embrace. Though the size difference between them was fairly large (Honey was by no means a compact woman), it was easy for her to relax into her superior's hold. 
As she had been instructed, Honey nibbled at the herb before her and tried her hardest to fight the gag at the back of her throat. I'm... I'm sorry Eshamun. You shouldn't, she began before being interrupted by a slight wrenching of her stomach, have to see me like this. I just... There wasn't much of an explanation that could be given; they both knew at this point that Honey was with child. But why this pregnancy was so much worse than her last, she had no idea.

she felt the tension within the other woman, but did not draw away, wishing to lend her strength and affection unto honey during this difficult time. the ekar-aji shook her head, a wan smile touching her lips. "you need not apologize, honey," eshamun murmured.

the girl had nothing for which to be sorry -- such was the lot of a gravid wolfess. in time the sickness would pass, but for now honey needed tender care and attention.

Honey feel into Eshamun's comfort, though thoughts of worry still ran through her mind. Is it...is it supposed to hurt like this? My first time...I barely even knew until I was near halfway through. She forced a laugh into the air, though in it was an intense questioning of the future. Hopefully, Eshamun could be the support she needed.

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eshamun was surprised to hear that honey had been with child prior to her time at the malkaria, but did not comment upon this. "yes. it seems that your time as a mother is varied; what happens with one litter is not the same for another." it was upon the tip of her tongue to ask honey if she knew what molech asked of her — the ekar-aji collected her words. "i must ask, have you been told of the malkaria's way when it comes to sacrifice?" it was imperative that honey understand — eshamun would not allow a wolf to live among them who was ignorant of their ways.[/tr][/td][/table]