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All welcome especially DS wolves but special mention to @Oksana, @Lachesis and @Lilya
Also please don't feel you have to match length.
you fill my head with pieces
of a song i can't get out
She hated this part of pregnancy, the feeling nauseous all the time, she had not found any wild garlic like Ravenna had suggested. Her plan seemed to be falling apart and she grew more and more worried for the survival of her children. She was traveling north now, the thoughts she'd been trying to keep at bay were now something she could not ignore. She made her way through the lore as quickly as she could but she felt she grew wider everyday. She was heading north now, to her home. Hearthwood was where she felt safe, she knew she had a den and everything else she needed there. Most importantly she felt safe there.
That was until she started noticing more and more signs of coyote’s. She had come across a few trails and even kills by them. Whatever had been left she had taken for herself and her unborn children. Still she worried,what if she was being followed, constantly she checked behind her but she couldn't afford to double back nor could she afford to be caught by them.
When she finally reached turtleback lake she knew she was almost home. She also knew she was close enough to Oksana that she couldn't go on to Hearthwood without seeing her daughter. As much as she thought the little Crow would do better without her it was unfair of her to stay away.
So instead of turning toward her old home she headed in the direction she knew Oksana's new home was located. It took her a little while but she finally came upon the border, the familiar scents of the wolves filling her nostrils. For a moment she stood there are the border wondering if she should call out to her daughter. It would surely draw the attention of others in the pack, Ayti especially, but there was no scent of him there. She found that odd but it made her feel more comfortable calling for her daughter and that was exactly what she did. Raising her muzzle into the air she sung a song to invite her to come and see her mother.