Iopah lifted her head as the rain started, first craning overhead to look through the canopy then glancing behind her. It was only a light rain shower, but the sound of water running down tree trunks and striking the dry ground was enough to drown out the sound of her travelling pack. The pale wolf hesitated, wide belly hovering over the ground as she considered exploring further or returning to their mundane safety.
She took in a deep breath filled with dampness and growing things, and decided to continue just a bit further. It was more a streak of independence than a need to explore; between the width of her belly and the number of eyes that watched her, it was getting impossible to do anything unnoticed now. Cream feet pressed into the dark loam and head tucked under every low-hanging branch and into narrow crevice. Her actions were decidedly searching, though Iopah herself had not yet drawn notice at what it meant. There was no urgency to it yet, her searching/exploring was more cathartic than anything. The rain dripped from her pelt to the pine-needle strewn floor and Iopah felt her annoyance go with it. Her mood was as unpredictable as ever, but (as the weeks counted down) she was finding it harder and harder to stay irritated. They were family and her pregnancy-altered state of mind could not let her stay angry with them.
A sharp and unexpected noise drew her head back in sudden surprise, ears swiveling to catch the low rasp. The frog held still for a long moment then took a single bound from its damp hiding. It was over before it hit the ground. Iopah awkward reclined to her haunches to enjoy the slimy snack.
"Speech."