AS the months of winter, well, what was considered winter on the warm jungle island, began to come to a close, Nyimara grew more and more uncomfortable. The herd seemed, unsettled. Ever since that strange sand colored mare's outburst at the herd meeting, Nyimara began to see the unease that drifted across the Ridge herd like a slow moving fog. The pale cream mare seemed angered, always her hard gaze seemed directed at Bjorn as though he was the source of her hatred. Another attached to her hip and too seemed furious at him... but not nearly as wary as the tiger mare. Now none of these creatures give the wolf princess any concern. There was little she feared.

Bjorn.

The musky scent of the smokey stallion catches her attention and once more flashes of memory dance through her mind. The warmth of his battle scarred frame, the carnal pleasure of his hungry breath against her ears, the lustful hunger in his eyes... it was enough to once more have her heart fluttering and her blood pulsing through her veins. Nostrils flare as a hard exhale rushes past her lips and she gives her proud head a shake. Dark auburn eyes fall upon his hansom frame, her own hunger rising as she picks picks up a rather awkward three beat gait. Damned pregnancy. Teeth clench behind her jaws as she snorts again as she slows her gait back down to an ambling walk. She was starting to feel more and more like those fat little seals she often saw waddling out of the oceans to bask in the weak winter sun.

She comes along side him, bypassing usual friendly greeting and opting for a more sensual approach. A mischievous smile plays upon her ash dusted lips as awkwardly she brushes her swollen frame against his own. "You look deep in thought." she purrs as once more she comes to stand at his side. Sleek elegant neck arches as lips tug affectionately at the wind tossed charcoal locks of his mane. There was something on his mind, she could see it in the worry and confusion that clouds his pale gaze. Was he having second thoughts about her? Did it have something to do with the alliance with her father? The war? Now her own questions began to haunt her mind, dark ooids glittering with her own confusion as leisurely she rests her chin across the strong curve of his back, drinking in the comforting scent of his skin and thinking it was far to long since last she had. "What haunts your thoughts this day? Surely it cannot be me." she murmurs, rubbing her muzzle against the grain of his skin.