Dragoncrest Cliffs Merry ground

There was no outward change in Portia's size, either, which made sense; she only had a few days' head start on the Bandrona. Wildfire withdrew, gaze traveling back up to the woman's face as she reported no noticeable changes in routine yet. She wondered if the medic felt as sure about her own pregnancy as Wildfire did about hers.

"No," she answered with an accompanying shake of her head, "but I know I'm carrying. A mother's intuition?" she quipped with a swish of her tail. "I've been nesting," she shared in the next breath, motioning with her head toward the hollow tree nearby. "Come check this out," she said, leading Portia over to her makeshift den and then standing aside to let the other she-wolf inspect it.