Since her return from Bramble Falls she had been all sorts of tormented. She no longer wished to ponder the outcome of her daughters decision to leave the family that only wished to shelter her from the dangers of the world and the mother had done all in her power to reinforce that she would always be welcome here if she chose to return. A ripple of pain passed down her right flank and fang was bared in annoyance. She never remembered pregnancy being so uncomfortable before. Perhaps it was a sign that she was nearing the end of her days as a child bearing adult?
Although her flanks had barely begun to swell she moved about the territory slowly with a wide gaited waddle. She now no longer had to slow her steps to keep pace with her mate when they performed their rounds, her own discomfort slowing her considerably, until she was almost convinced that perhaps even @Mapplethorpe was slowing to keep pace with her.
But today it was not her mate she sought out but her ever loyal second. She could feel a storm brewing on the horizon and the tawny leader wasn’t entirely convinced it was of the weather kind. Although she herself was partially distracted with memories of Triell, once again questioning whether her daughters were his or Rhysis’s, she finally caught the silver females scent, hoping that perhaps Mercy had been passed off to @Chulyin or @Evann so that they could catch up in peace. She had been remiss in her duties and knew the woman had more than taken up the slack for her. Perhaps she needed to remind her that everyone deserved a break once in a while.