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Emmanuelle Brenna · 07-26-2012, 12:43 AM

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The coyote woman rode Finna in silence, walking easily through the forests of the dampwoods. They had been riding for little under an hour, headed to a particular area within the sticks and stones region. Emmanuelle had heard whispers here and there that there were a few different species of lilacs located neat there and she so wanted to plant some lilacs outside her home. It was somewhat awkward though, seeing as her swelled form was not as balanced on the mares back as it would have if she were without the children growing in her belly. Each day she felt the stirrings of her offspring more and more and each day she grew more and more nervous. Purposefully now she avoided Angel, not wishing to see his condescending looks and foreign language aimed at what festered within her. She remembered his biting words at the pack meeting and wished she knew what he had say. A fierce protectiveness had been centered to her unborn children ever since she found out that she was pregnant, and though she was afraid of what was to come she would love them and protect them the best she could - even if she didn’t know how.

Slowly her wanderings with Finna grew closer and closer to the spider infested forest and within mere minutes the duo found themselves under the canopy of wild trees. Emma raised her tapered maw and watched for spiders, not entirely sure if any of the species that resided here were poisonous or not. She sighed heavily as she watched a particularly large colorful spider hang down from a silvery strand of web from a thick, knotted tree branch. Involuntarily a shudder ran down her scarred spine and she urged Finna forward, not taking her eyes off of the bug until they had safely passed it’s threshold. It was dark and creepy within the wood, though Emma could see the moon's sparkling reflection in the lake that was out the other side of the wood. The woman could take no more, she felt like eyes were boring into the back of her head and so she moved Finna forward with a cluck of her tongue and made the mare break into a quick trot. The bouncing might have upset the pups in her stomach so with a quick heel to the mares side she moved even faster, transitioning into a smooth canter.

This was the fastest she had moved the boreas horse and her stomach knotted with tension, but the mare was true and just cantered easily along, her movements smooth and calm. You might even call it gentle, as if the mare sensed the tiny beings Emma hosted inside of her. A few minutes passed and due to the increased speed they were out of the dark woods quickly, approaching the lake almost feverishly. As soon as the feeling of being watched lifted off of her she slowed Finna down into an easy walk, but the mare was still alert. Her dish shaped ears perked forward as the mare noticed another thought she stayed silent. She was afterall a horse trained in war. Emmanuelle noticed the other female too and cautiously approached, not wanting to startle the other. She had to be far more careful in her state then most.

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