That had happened.
Neira couldn’t completely understand why, although she certainly remembered how, but as a result of her heat and of certain actions, she was very much pregnant. She was not entirely sure how she was so confident of the fact, but she was. There was the nausea and the fierce desire to eat tree bark, coupled with the beginnings of a swelling in her flank, and there wasn’t a way to escape it now.
She had been with Larken on the mountain for more than three years now. They had fallen into a comfortable rhythm together - she had even stopped saying that she was needed at the Hollow some time ago. But now…
She could not raise a fawn here. It was unthinkably dangerous - that first time with the wolves had very much not been the last - and there was meager enough food for the two of them without a third mouth. Although apparently she’d need to provide milk for that mouth, which was somewhat horrifying to