Ankyra Sound a gunslinger knows pride - that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff

idk, man. it's 10:30pm, forgive me. Foreward-dated to March 3.

Grezig was very pregnant. I’m too lazy to go look up what a five-week pregnant wolf is like so whatever. She was five weeks pregnant. So, very uncomfortable and restless and swollen probably. Yay. Hell. It sounds like hell. Anyways.

She trudged through Ankyra Sound, grumpier than usual, having avoided doing much of anything for the past four weeks. The first week had been easy, the second not so bad. From the third on, she became progressively more uncomfortable and now she was just perpetually antsy and just wanted the babies out of her. She hadn’t seen much of Vaati since their initial conversation. Actually, she hadn’t seen much of… anyone, but she’d been actively avoiding everyone so that wasn’t surprising. 

The last wolf she wanted to see right now was Illidan. Somehow, some way, they had not yet crossed paths in these last few months. But he had to know she was here, right? Her scent was everywhere in the forest, so unless he actively avoided the forest in their territory, he had to know she was here. So maybe he was avoiding her, too. Well, that was fine with her right now. Because she was hella pregnant and did not feel like dealing with his mopey ass.

His slim form appeared before her as she trudged along. “Fuck,” she said, and turned around to leave.