but you haven't lost me yet
& i'll sing until my heart caves in
It had been a subtle change in its own right, and so she hadn't just woken that morning to the realization that things were different. It took a few hours, a majority of the day in fact, before she began to notice that she was no longer driven to mask all other scents, to rub her flank against every tree. Her skin was no longer crawling, and she was more relaxed even without @Elias company. It wasn't until she passed the mark of a male wolf, however, and didn't feel the need to huff and obsess over deciphering everything it could tell her that it all clicked. A few steps past it, she halted, ears flipping forward and eyes widening.
Her heat was gone, and it was nowhere near the end of the moon's cycle. That meant... it had to be... Nineva curled round abruptly, shoving her black nose into the plush fur of her own flank and inhaling deeply. Had her scent changed? It wasn't as thick, but it wasn't free of hormones. They were different though, and a thrill shot up her spine. Nineva shot forward in a loop, spinning in a tight circle, eyes closed with glee. White teeth glinted as they were bared in a grin, and her laughter filled the surrounding forrest.
She was pregnant.
They had done it! Her paws dug into the snow and her eyes shot open again, mismatched gaze searching for Elias. Had it slipped past his awareness too? She hoped so, wanted to see the look on his blonde face when she told him, so where --
Oh. Nineva deflated, ears leaning back against her skull and tail stilled from its joyful wagging. Elias had left to return to his pack the day before last; how could she have forgotten that, even momentarily? In that moment, her heart wished him back, and that disturbed the woman. Maybe it would be safer if he did decide to stay in the Heights. Perhaps they had gotten a bit too close during their time together.
She shook it off, and continued moving through the forest. There were others she could tell, anyways, if they hadn't already left the forest.