Naira would always put her own interests first. At first she thought the spring might pass her by, @Spieden's changing scent enough to keep her occupied with thoughts of children romping around, the stories she could tell them and the lazy summer afternoons she could spend teaching them of this, and that. The topic may have been glanced over with @Triell, the what ifs, and as the days dragged out she thought that would be all that would eventuate...
Then the days warmed up.
The uncharacteristic warm snap seemed to be just what she needed to get her motor running, the familiar itch and burn bringing a broad smile to her face. She would do this, but she would do it right. "Spieden?" she called out gently, expecting to find the other woman somewhere near the den. Unlike some others she was happy to embrace her condition. To own it.
Her head might have been held a little high (to ease the ache lower down her spine and better catch any noise with her one good ear) but her tail rested easily between her heels, a small wave signally she had no interest in challenging the pregnant leader at all. She could only hope the leader was somewhere nearby.