When the time came to retire to her den, Nyx figured no one would take note. @Mahler, perhaps, whose company she shared more than of any other Sagtannet wolves, but she'd never been a wolfess to care much for her reputation. They wouldn't miss her, she wouldn't miss them, and that would be just fine. She didn't need anybody - just her children that would soon be expanding her world in the best possible way.
The tawny Ostrega was fearful, as always, as she fidgeted anxiously. She did not fret over the pain she knew would come, the pulsing ache in her abdomen that she recalled too vividly - her worry ran far deeper than anything physical. But from her womb this time would come cubs she was prepared for, children that her heart longed for. That had to mean this time would be different.
She paced for hours, unable to settle, before the urging of her body encouraged her to take shelter. Nyx slipped carefully into the hollow Mahler had found for her, one she'd worked to make her own, and there the expectant mother remained to await the arrival of her brood.
The tawny Ostrega was fearful, as always, as she fidgeted anxiously. She did not fret over the pain she knew would come, the pulsing ache in her abdomen that she recalled too vividly - her worry ran far deeper than anything physical. But from her womb this time would come cubs she was prepared for, children that her heart longed for. That had to mean this time would be different.
She paced for hours, unable to settle, before the urging of her body encouraged her to take shelter. Nyx slipped carefully into the hollow Mahler had found for her, one she'd worked to make her own, and there the expectant mother remained to await the arrival of her brood.
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