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There was no denying it. Her belly was obviously swollen and her appetite had soared to an all time high. It was getting harder and harder for her to run, to hunt, even to play. Once her appetite had returned, Kaira had managed to catch a few sick or old deer to feed herself. However, hunting such large prey was no longer an option for the pregnant wolf. With the last of her meat running out she would need to seek help soon. However, Kiara wasn't quite at that tipping point and she still remained fairly mobile.
Kiara was by no means a large wolf, so the swelling in her belly made her look farther along then she actually was. As the arctic wolf made her way through the neutral territories she thought little of that days meal and more about her old friend, Vesper, the coywolf Kiara knew and loved. Inferni was not far away from Ichika yet Vesper had forbidden Kiara from every trying to visit. At first the young female had considered disobeying, but after the attack Kaira had stopped even considering the possibility. The arctic wolf stood on a sloping hill and stared at her friends home. How she longed to see the scarred female again, to discuss the recent events and share with Vesper her happy news. A small snort emanated from Kiara, the white puff of her breath visible in the afternoon sun. Her mind had been made up.
It had taken the she wolf a longer than she expected to reach Inferni's boarders and when she did Kiara made sure to stay several feet away from the line itself. Although the relations between Inferni and Ichika were good, Kiara was well aware of their dislike towards wolves. For several minutes the snow wolf paced, wondering if she should call out to Vesper. Could she? Her scars burned, as if to warn her and make her leave. The skulls lining the plains did not help her resolve either. They smelled of wolves and Kiara couldn't help but be painfully aware of how disadvantaged she was. Not only was she six weeks pregnant, but she was not fighter. Even with all of the extra training she had received, Kiara still could not hold her own in a fight. The wind picked up against her back, carrying her scent into Inferni's territory. Finally, the white wolf gave up and sat on the moist ground more than a yard away from the boarders. She didn't call, but she didn't want to leave.
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