For once Lenae wasn't that hungry. Her stomach didn't rumble, nor was she rummaging around in the caches looking to have her fill. In fact, she was rather...round as of late. She'd been skinny for a long time, gaining a bit more softness was never going to be a bad thing. But it wasn't supposed to be like this, all round in the middle, jutting out as clear as day, an obvious contradiction to her softer curves. It was true she was eating-probably more than she should- a lot but this seemed too much. The change hadn't been sudden or dramatic, if she'd paid more attention she would have realised sooner but...Lenae was still Lenae, soft, kind and not that observant, let alone self-aware.
Lenae plodded along the lake shore, her lips down turned as she made a pointed effort not to look at her reflection. New scents frequented the Tarn, they no doubt belonged to the newcomers but Lenae hadn't sought them out or tried to introduce herself. Perhaps she should have made an effort, been friendly, but she was tired, her sides ached and her belly felt heavy-as though she'd swallowed a bunch of rocks.
These anti-social tendencies were an unwelcome change, though it was hard she could deal with the physical symptoms of her pregnancy, they were natural after all, expected. But the behavioural ones were a bitter pill to swallow, as though her hormones were twisting, melding her into someone she wasn't. That wasn't to say she liked who she was, but change was scary and she'd only just started to come to terms with her flaws, as bountiful as they were.
Her ears flicked back against her skull as she ambled to a stop, her tail settling between her legs as per usual. Did this this mean...were her puppies coming soon? Oh no, she wasn't ready for that. Not now. But then...was it a good thing, that they were growing, filling out her slim and slight frame, making her look all motherly? Lenae shook her head, no thank you. Not today.