Gone Tomorrow
Green eyes noted the careful movements of the younger female, and Corinna couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart. Underneath all the teenage angst, there was definitely something there, a spark of humanity and caring that had been simply overlooked. Which made sense, in a way. Everybody always seemed to be busy doing something, and given the current state of things within Swift River, it was easy to see how the youngest litter of Rihael and Lani would be overlooked in preparation for the next generation. But she seemed fine now. She was moving sticks about, throwing them off into the woods so as they could not be easily dragged back. Though Cori started with alarm as Borlla stared her down after she groaned, but her joke seemed to bring them both back to earth and relax them. Borlla's experience with pregnant wolves was about the same as Cori's, absolutely nothing. This would be the first time for them both, she as the mother, and Borlla as the aunt.
The leader has resumed her digging for the moment when Borlla's question made her pause. It was the first time she had been asked a question about what it was like, odd, considering how rapidly her due date was coming. Breathing in, she waited a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She wouldn't glamorize it for Borlla's sake, but it certainly wasn't all bad. "It's different, and it's not all roses and sunshine. Sometimes they kick, and it hurts. Or they'll move around in there and I can't sleep at nights. And I've been waddling around like a duck ever since my stomach got huge. But...it's surreal, knowing that there's life in there. Life that is both mine and Indru's. I love Indru, and I love this pack, but the love I have for these puppies is something totally different, and in someways, so much stronger," she finally responded, ending her soapbox as she began to ramble. It was difficult to explain, but hopefully Borlla would be able to understand it at least a little bit.