There was a suttle change hiding beneath the pale coat. An onlooker would never know the secret within, that's just what it was. Small secrets, the first beginings of life to little for anyone but her to notice. Life had yet to stir, it was clear inside something had changed. If everything went well, she would be a mother in next months to come. The female was overpowed by wonder, and gratitude. Mostly a pure joy, marveling at how there was new life awakening in her. It was a secret she was holding onto, part of her was filled with haste in sharing this with Borden. He would surely be blissfully happy by the news. The dark cloud of what it hung over her head. What if something went amiss, instead of one grieving wolf of tragedy there would be two. Instead the simplicity of acting like life had never been. She held onto these thoughts, turning them round and round, weighing one over the other. And that's when she made her temporary escape. She had not seen the lands to the south and was inclined to take a look. She had to know what was beyond the forest potentienal dangers for her coming offspring, or safe places to take them exploring.
Alone at the time, she made a coarse straight into the Thicket of Secrets. She had it her head where she'd been before, where the glade was, the question was it was if there was something beyond this. Was there an open area like in the forest? Did it go on forever. Observant, she did best to remember unique landmarks, her walk fast driven.
In the air was a rising comotion, and the wind started to blow stronger. A rainstorm was on the horizon, the clouds were not ominous black, not yet. Nose wrinkled, she could sense the difference, she was tempted to go a little farther. If she needed she could find a bivouac in the thicket any time. Confident she drifted onward, the air degree by degree becoming colder. It did not detour her, and much patience she made it to Blackberry Fields. It was a much more open territory, and her sides rose and fell puffing. She had a happy smile, but she did not tear into the open. She stood at the edge of the thicket with watchful eyes. Once her own breaths calmed she sat down. The wind whipped long the bushes, and brought her the scent of deer.