Heartleaf Creek What Is and What Should Never Be

A fresh coat of dew was layering the foreign woods and silky fur. Although she was cold and wet, Hecate slept soundly under the drooping willow tree. Two heart beats entangled with each other, one loud and one soft. She was slightly malnourished due to @Skoll's absence and her slow pace. She was going off mere rotten carcass and injured hatchlings that strayed too far from their nest. At this point, it was hopeless to try and find him. She physically could not do it with the kicking thing inside her. It felt like a raven was plowing it's way through her walls to try and take flight. Speaking of the devil, there it was again. Awakening with a sudden jolt and sharp breath, her eyes shot open. How typical of her child to awaken her this way, with such force and stubbornness. "I fuckin hear yer, stop yer bickerin'" She snapped and propped herself on two legs. Shakily standing, she stumbled forward on thin legs; thinner than she remembered. But her stomach had no loss of mass, in fact in was doubled in size and weight. Waddling out onto slippery dew grass, her eyes looked for any sign of movement in the woods.