ooc: arachnea's revenge 
It was later than she usually was out of her own pack lands, but with the pack under the protection of her Sentinels, she felt that it was safe at least for now. Moonlight struck the moor in a dazzling juxtapose of light silver against dim forest green on the ground; the faint sound of crashing waves reached Skye's ears, whispering of a beginning and end of a tide.
The grass murmured softly to her in the wind, not long enough to make a whisper but not small enough to remain in silence. The woman rested her hand against the centre of her curved form, feeling for the motions of life inside of her, although she knew that it was too early for that yet. It would not be long before it was not too early, however - and then what of her?
She stared into the distance, in the direction of the ocean, not moving, but simply standing on the moor, hand on her stomach, eyes trained east.
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