Hazelnut was pretty sure that she'd been lied to about what pregnancy entailed. It was not some beautiful, amazing experience. She was not positively glowing. In reality, she'd spent almost the entire time since her scent had changed in a state of stress. There were too many things to worry about. How were they going to feed them? What if something happened? What if they got into something while she was sleeping? What would she even name them? They would look at her with their little eyes, and their little minds, and think that Hazelnut knew everything, that she had all the answers, and that was a terrifying thought because she didn't have the answers and she was absolutely, 1,000 percent, not ready to be a mother.
The mother-to-be made her way to the waterfall, hoping that if nothing else, the noise might quiet her mind. There she sat, her tail tucked up against her side, and tried really, really hard to think about anything else.