The change that had come over her was almost unnoticeable. If she had not been at least a little bit aware of herself, there was a chance she might never have even noticed. The weight that grew in her stomach was slight, but she could feel the kicks and squirms as the pup started to grow. Whether it was through nature, or her own determination, she became increasingly obsessive about the wellbeing of the pup within her.

Keen eyes watched the world of Moladion. Blizzards struck where snow had never settled. Even in Glorall, food had dried up to nearly nothing. Inanna’s dark nose quivered in the crisp air, eyes narrowing thoughtfully at the happenstances. Daily, she walked the paces of the Diveen and Glorall, gathering the scents of the plants that grew there and noticing what grew in the winter and what would survive the harshness that was striking the badlands She began to notice the life that sprouted from the earth and occasionally consumed the foliage, expecting it to add strength to herself and the child, or at least keep them alive.

She would return to the beaches near her den, searching the sands for anything edible. Her nose would sift through the corpses of fish before she turned away, knowing the scent of a natural poison when she inhaled it. Looking up to the world, she felt her stomach turn. Whether in hunger, or the pup moving itself, she was uncertain but she gritted her teeth in determination. She had survived as a lost puppy in the wilderness of Moladion, with the help of a storm. She would survive here, as well.

A low growl and she turned back towards the clash of the badlands and the sea. There had to be something there. Something, anything that was fleeing the cold of the storms in the north to take refuse in the hard rocks and shrubs of the south. One way or another, Inanna would find a way to keep alive once more, and continue to bring life to herself, her pup, and to Thor.