King Elk Forest [insert relevant bible verse here]

Being shunned away from a scene in which it had been her duty to moniter had quenched her spirit slightly, a lingering, unwanted vexation and remorse that hung in her gut - she knew Raziel simply desired to protect her and the young she carried, but she wasn't used to having her life tolled by another. She'd been a slave to herself, but nobody else. The empress had slipped from the borders with idyllic ease, well-adapted to the life of a hunter and how to pass through the treeline without a single pair of eyes following her figure.

Gwen wished only for a snatch of peace amongst the bustle. Bustle that she wasn't even allowed to step forth in because she was carrying the keep watcher's children - not that she would trade such a feat, but still. She felt so useless when she couldn't participate. It made her feel both a bubbling anger, and a crippling unease, amongst the occasional bursts of sickness continously flooding her system.

Plush ears of the sharpest ivory twitched upon her crown, muzzle tipping upward to soak in the appearance of another in the near distance; a coat of deep cocoa, a similar height to herself. The Eruna's steps halted amongst the dustings of snow and after a moment of hesitation, she gauged that this woman was hunting - as a tracker herself, she thought that perhaps she would watch, offer tips if they were so required. Or, on the other hand, maybe she could scrounge a few new tactics from this woman. She remained silent as a ghost.