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The woman held steady when she saw Shawchert emerge from the other end of the woods, and all at once her throat went dry and the winter's chill snaked through the protective layers of her cloak and her winter fur and settled in her bones. Her muscles clenched and she tried to keep from shivering but had little strength with which to battle the cold. Beneath her cloak and unseen she drew her tail closer to her, curling it around her body, and crossed her arms. She did not.. could not call out to her alpha when she saw him slip from the woods and almost enter his hut without noticing her. She did not know what she would have done if he had, but it didn't matter. At the last moment Shawchert had noticed her cloaked form against the border of the forest and came towards her.
She kept her face half veiled by the hood and for a moment was still as a statue, letting him span the length between them and come to her. There was a weakness in her and she did not want to move. She was unsure of whether it was because of a lack of courage or because of her condition and improperly cared for body. The walk to Shawchert's hut normally would have been no problem, but in her weakened state and on such an empty stomach it had not been easy on the girl.
Her jaw clenched as the man stepped up before her, and she finally broke her stillness by tipping her head back to look up at him. The hood slipped back and off and she stared up at Shawchert with an illegible look etched into her eyes. There was something terrible there, and she had not even realized how awful it would be until now. At first all she could do to respond was to give him a halting nod.
The look in her eyes was echoed by the deep lines beneath them. Normally youthful and vibrant, her eyes were dark and shadowed now. Her hands moved under the cloak and she closed the small gap between the sheepskin, giving another small shiver. Despite what she thought she would do, she held his gaze and finally was out with it. “We... we do not stand on this ground alone right now, Captain. With me are your unborn pups.”
Orin suddenly looked so frail it was like she would break.
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