Snippet #1051030

Sprawled out on her side, Acacia brought her head up as her mother came out of the Main Cave. Oh, great, she thought to herself. Acacia really didn't feel like dealing with Basilia at the moment. She had enough on her plate as it was. She had gotten into a fight with yet another Warrior just three hours before, and the wound it had delivered her left hind leg was still bleeding. She had to meet with Ambrose the next day to discuss the possibility of her pregnancy, and, of course, there was the matter of the pregnancy itself.

Acacia turned her head to look at her torso, which was still the same size it always was. Were there little Ambroses and little Acacias living in there? Were they growing, soon to be born as fighters and hunters to the world? As much as Acacia wanted to embrace motherhood, she hoped she wasn't pregnant. That would only mean her little ones would be taken from her, and she couldn't so much as watch them grow up. Unless the slim chance she was accepted into Ambrose's pack became a reality...