Snowfall in the mountains was said to be a beautiful thing. At least, that is what Israfel said, and I know that everything he says is accurate. When has Issy ever lied to me? That’s correct, never.

Still, I was beginning to regret the fact that Spirane had to be half-way across the continent from us, or perhaps that was just the way my muscles seemed more fatigued and I wanted to rest a few times. Israfel was a doting imprint. He had always been doting but it seemed moreso than usual now that I had begun to show signs of pregnancy. My belly had a decent bulge to it though not nearly as wide as female’s close to their birthing time. I had many more weeks to go before that. I had many weeks of eating too and eat I did. Constantly, ravenously, insatiably.

After my last stop near a creek to get a drink of frigid water, snow gently falling atop my white and black fur, the scent of a hare itches my snout. I point in the direction of Spirane, eyes closing as I sniff the breeze, leg’s still moving slowly through the snow after Israfel. ”Do you smell that Issy?” It seemed almost as if my tracking abilities had improved overnight. I could detect the faintest of scents easy now and my stomach growled in anticipation. ”Do you think they might have more rabbits in Spirane?”

I cock my head a bit, half-droopy ear flopping some more. We had been to Spirane before but it had been quite some time. To be honest, I felt a little jealous of Israfel when he talked about his father. When I first figured out I was pregnant, I had visited the ‘gravesite’ of my parents. I told their spirits how I missed them and that I would be a great mother like Natu and Israfel would be an awesome father like Fenrir. That they would grow up knowing their Uncle Thor and that I missed my sister Ankh and my brothers. Time had stolen them away and I wondered where they had went.

Anyways, my mind had wandered off topic, the scent of the hare gone as I suddenly raced towards Issy, needing to feel close to someone. I press up against his side, licking the back of his ear, my instincts high. ”Are you sure we should have left the den?” I had found us an abandoned den in Glorall immediately and began the nesting phase. ”You don’t think… no one would steal it right?” I was unsure about Elohim. Would he let someone take my den? My eyes grow wide as I pause at the border of Spirane, staring in horror at Israfel. ”What if… what if I have to fight to get it back?!”