Kiona had felt the changes in her, though she remained entirely unsure of what they meant… she knew, in theory… she knew deep in her soul that there was life brewing inside of her but had proven herself to be woefully unprepared for such a reality all the same. She found herself trudging through the central area of the Lore, looking for some sense of direction, and perhaps just someone who could help. She didn’t dare approach a pack borders now. She’d seen her mother lash out, pregnant with her siblings, right before she made the decision to leave.

She knew, in her heart, a pregnant loner would be accepted nowhere, even if it would be best for Kiona’s survival. She could imagine her mother’s lecture now, scolding her for such reckless behavior. Of course she had known it possible, but it hadn’t settled in just how easy it was until her body and scent had started to change.

And just like everything else? She was going to have to figure it out… and she’d have to figure it out herself. A shudder ran down her spine as she attempted to tuck into a den. A soft breeze would carry her scent long before she arrived, and exhaustion began to pull at her features. Some rest would do her good.