RE: Migrating geese are raucously crowding bodies of water, and react aggressively to other animals trying to drink or fish.
Afternoon, misty/hazy, 0C/31F
As the days went by Finley was becoming more and more physically uncomfortable. She could hardly keep anything down now, including water from the lake they had temporarily settled on. Her sides ached with “practice” contractions, and she was exhausted, the woman could hardly wait for this to be over. She just wanted her children to be here so she could start working on planning her next move. They would be too small to travel for a while, but if Jethro settled his pack nearby she could probably transport them a short distance.
The Lennox woman was simply trying to get a drink from the retreated shore, quench her thirst when a sudden hissing caused her to pause. Mist hung heavy in the air from rapidly changing temperatures, making it impossible for her to see what was causing all the ruckus. When the goose did finally come into view, it was only a few feet in front of her, wings beating the air with fervor, hatred in its beady little black eyes.
Finley yelped in surprise and scrambled backwards as quickly as her swollen frame would allow. She would have turned and hightailed it out of there as quickly as she could if not for one rather large problem. The second that she started to backpedal a cramp took hold of her side, causing her to freeze and whimper. This was nothing like the others. Shit, this couldn’t be happening now.
Lifting her muzzle she did the only thing she could think of, she called for help. Please, let someone be close.