Blackfeather Woods I need a gangsta

The pale woman nodded at the other's words, prepared to follow her back without a fight. Much of the bright girl she had been was gone now, crushed by responsibility and doubt and the knowledge that her past mistakes had been many. But some things still brought forth wonder, and hope, and now one of them would make their appearance. 

She took a single step forward, then stopped, paw raised a few centimeters from the ground. She had just felt the oddest of stirrings, the strongest she had felt for quite a while. A small smile blossomed on her features as she stilled, feeling again the movement of child within her. This by far was the thing that made her most aware of their presence, and she was silent a moment as she stood, both nervous and eager for when the little ones would make their entrance into the world.