Two Rivers Isle They got their hands at my neck this time.

Ady took a brief moment to herself and shifted into the early morning light. The light framing the tiny isle as it began to blossom into something that was beautiful for spring. Her pristine fur was as always in place, but there was a new roundness to the hips and belly. She would never get rid of this now. It was clear in the bearing that she wore and the flesh of her body that she was mother and her heart fell complete. Here in this isle with so many wonderful wolves. It was lovely and she loved it truly. The children were growing into their own personalities and Ulrich was steady as ever.

She sighed and closed her eyes to let the sun warm her face, her tail gently weaving behind her.