She felt quite ill, and having just wretched up the contents of her breakfast, she supposed she could consider herself ill… ill with child, a fact of the matter which simply freaked her out. To know that within the coming month, she was to have a child, or heaven forbid multiple, to look after… to manage and teach. She recalled how her father had struggled before Nastasia came along… hell, even after there was still quite a struggle. At least Vili seemed to be around, at least for the moment. If he remained, perhaps it would not quite be as bad.
But perhaps it would be worse… perhaps he’d impose upon what she wanted for the child… or perhaps he’d be the perfect father. In all honesty, conjecture made her feel all the more ill with some sense of existential dread that could not possibly be healthy for her or the unborn spawn that lingered inside of her. It was still so entirely weird for her to think about.
She removed herself from the shrubbery she had been tucked away in to hurl, leaving the stench of it behind her as well as she carefully moved further down the mountainside. The rabbit she’d eaten quickly gone though she was certain she’d be forced to eat again before the day was done.
The tawny woman shifted over to a stream that lingered nearby, lapping up some water to rid the awful taste from her mouth before sitting along the edge and ducking her paws into it, her eyes closing as she embraced the feeling of the cold against her paws. It was a nice contrast to how the weather had started to warm around her.