Word Count → 000 :: Takes place in the evening.
Isa had left for Freetown nearly a week ago and was slowly making her way back home. The two male draft horses she had purchased were pulling the wagon she had gotten and the mare and foal walked along beside her. The wagon was filled with items for the pups, who would be coming soon, gifts for the members of Casa, and a few other things. She hoped Jazper would like the new armor she had gotten for him. If not, one of the other members would probably like it. Isa brought the horses to a stop as she picked up a familiar scent. Slowly, she got down from the wagon, her steadily growing belly much more noticeable than when she had left Casa. A hand went down to her stomach as she looked around, trying to find the source of the smell. Selene? Is that you? She stood there for a moment, waiting to see if she would get an answer.
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