Dawnlark Plains Peaceland.

There would be no more trips to Duck Lake. In fact, Dawnlark Plains was about the farthest she felt comfortable going, at this point. Lily was a veritable blimp, and only getting bigger from here. The only thing that distracted her from all the negative aspects of pregnancy was walking, even if it was a pain in the ass to shuffle around. At least it was something.

A flash of gray caught her eye, and she watched the she-wolf take off after the rabbit, enjoying the novelty of the swift chase. Even at her most fit, she wasn't this agile. Lily held her breath, hoping the woman would have good hunting luck. She kept still as a statue, terrified that even the slightest movement would distract the game and spoil the pursuit.